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aquatic eyes

let me see the summer
though it has settled into the frost on a junked car
beaches are not even a memory
just a blank piece of paper
hold me in your aquatic eyes
I have not dreamt of water  since adolecence
slaughtered me
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

2 Dec 10

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thanks nameless

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