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She stood upon her weary raft
Oar in her hand dipped in dark bath

With every row she rippled suds
Within the shadows deep as bloods

Traversing dead lilies and stenching muds
Oar scraping roots and sounding thuds

On muddy fronds on fallen logs
Hardly seen through misty fogs

The moon was new, completely hidden
Concealed with leaves, the stars forbidden

And the air was nothing, a blackened ink
It smelled of death, a sulfur stink

When she grew tired, deprived of might
She sat down and decided to write

Out from under her pitch black sleeve
She pulled a pen that lit the sea

She penned a page with gentle flicks
The page burned up like candle wicks

The mud dissolved with dead mangroves
The sea became a land of troves

Endless pages couldn’t describe
What her twinkling eyes imbibed

How curious, though…
She held up her pen,
Another wick burned
And darkness again!

She dipped her feet in the liquid void
Placed back in her sleeves, the bright styloid

She noticed spiders in their webs
Little tadpoles in their mossy beds

Maybe most would be displeased
Find this place to be diseased

But she realized it only had one wrong
It was her–she needs to get along!

“I shouldn’t force it to suit me”
She said and commenced her journey

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She wanted sleep and slowed her pace
Laid down on quiet remnants of space

Resting her head upon a tree
Finally lost, she was free~

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