dead waters

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i don't recognize it
this face, beaten, battered
that peers up in fear
from the glass that lays shattered
the form of his fist
owns each crack in the surface
including my own, and my face
and my purpose
i stare in the distance
i wait for an answer
but woe is my song
and my fate is the dancer
there's little to do
save for sitting and thinking
i entered dead waters
and now i am sinking





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