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Tuesday, November 19, 2013

weight of water

I walk with this world, its weight of water,
its wispy welcomes, once denser,
not now, not where I've wavered, and wait
for a way, or ways to another, and the words,
all the words for its blues,
all of these blues wasted,
were I not to meet her,
she who'll walk me
to others, and their mothering worlds
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