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careful girl
as you swim to play
that the undertow
dont sweep you away

...there’s more than one

the water seems fine
inviting and right
but under that foam
is a nasty bite

demons down there
with lemon sour tones
churning in fear
to grab at your bones
learn them
but after you drown
you’ll know them then
next time they come around

you’ll be toe to toe
in the underground
and then his hand
slipped out

from around
the monk set sail
and the girl

became a sound

Copyright © | Year Posted 2010

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