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Water

Beneath the deep lakes 
of your soul, there's no need to 
swim for I cannot

drown. It's a holy 
water, a sacred one and
long ago before 

this world could have you,
before you were born into
this fragile body

of yours by washing 
all over me you turned the
bitter tears of mine

into your sweetness
of joy like Okeanos. From
you, I could never 

gulp down enough for
I forget to remember 
but remember to 

forget at the same 
time, because one side of yours
is Lethe and the 

another one is
Mnemosyn, thus to here and
now I can always belong.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2016




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