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Poseidon's landlocked daughter

I found her singing, barefoot on the railing, with rocks in her coat pockets so I pushed her; when she hit the water, she pulled me under and I

woke up next to you

startled and groggy blinking at
the salt still stinging my eyes;
you smiled already awake
and said "thanks," not telling me what for.

19 Jun 17

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very good poem
 — rivergood

Good poem
 — unknown

Great poem or even story
 — Rossant