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Water cascades around me,

And for some reason

I feel like I’m about to drown.


I think of you,

Faceless, nameless

Dark skin, dark hair

Hanging from the tree

Perhaps swaying in the wind

As you dangle





A present for the early morning joggers,

A warning

An invitation

For the ones who are drowning


The ones who can’t figure out

Which way the bubbles go

The ones who can only see darkness

Only feel the crushing weight

The ones who wait

Who listen

To the seductive call of nothing

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