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Swamp Swimmer
I came to that point of thick mud.
Looking down, I nodded.
My ankles drenched in frowns
Shadows that flood
One flower did bud.
A sigh I did not recognize
Unfamiliar with its form
Stagnant in the air
I identify
The chilled vapor
That has held me still in melancholy dole.
Where is the muck that I once possessed?
I think this strange—
A black tar upon my hands.
Where is the law against
Reaching for flaw?
Looking down, I nodded.
My ankles drenched in frowns
Shadows that flood
One flower did bud.
A sigh I did not recognize
Unfamiliar with its form
Stagnant in the air
I identify
The chilled vapor
That has held me still in melancholy dole.
Where is the muck that I once possessed?
I think this strange—
A black tar upon my hands.
Where is the law against
Reaching for flaw?
Published 7th Jun 2012
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7th Jun 2012 8:03pm
ugh! you're like digging into my brain and pulling out words i would never use to convey this very same message... lovely!
13th Jun 2012 10:21pm
