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oh
blue pool
in
my silence
I
picture your waters
cool,
moist, inviting
your
tide
captures
my spirit
enticing
it
to
smell the impatiens
that
surround your atrium
and
as the sea
seeps
to your interior
I
too, sit here
watching
my reflection
waiting
my turn
to
slip beneath
your
velvet cover
as
ocean spray
tickles
my backbone
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