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to the water

January 9, 2019
By Anonymous

cataclysm in a bathroom stall
 
how many tears are yours? they were born of your lips-
 
hold me.
 
what do you want me to be? i'm open, clay in your hands, please use me, take me, make me whatever you want.

it's strange to be adrift.
I feel like someone cut my moorings, set me out to sea.
I'm floundering, gasping, trembling,
God.



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