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aquatic eyes
OCTOGENARIAN

let me see the summer
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though it has settled into the frost on a junked car
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beaches are not even a memory
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just a blank piece of paper
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hold me in your aquatic eyes
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I have not dreamt of water  since adolecence
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slaughtered me
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from the dust of those years I will rise as a man at peace with the sun that both bathed me and scorched me with life
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2 Dec 10

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thanks nameless
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