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I pour cold water in my tea
I drive down, southly, to the sea
and I wade in, praying I will be somewhere better when the waves wash over me.
I have always found it hard to breathe Underwater found it hard to teach but it's well reported and agreed that the male sea-horse carries his children.
I have had this baby in my womb
false contractions for a long time now
And I fear; unless it happens soon that the children they will have no mother.
So I swim down, southly, with the tide and I gulp on salt-infected pride and I beg with God to be the groom and I beg with him to be the bride for the end of silly love, aside and to have that genius at my side to…
Take me out of my depth make me tread water get out of breath and ward off my death by keeping abreast of all of those waves and all of that water.


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