Water washes over

February 22, 2010
By Hannibal GOLD, Chelsea, Michigan
Hannibal GOLD, Chelsea, Michigan
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The water washes over
The water washes over my face
As I fall
Or am I dying?
Would they care?
Would they laugh?
Of course they would
No one loves me
My coffin will be this sand
My flowers these green seaweeds
I decide to enjoy it
The bubbles racing across my palms
The fish scrambling away in fright
They think me strong
They are wrong

I lose what I love
Or they lose love
I stop thinking I start
Dying



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