Whirlpool
my heart springs
fresh water that
brings pure
better then
to swell turning
into being a stream
so i trickle
fixable
me
the world has now opened
hoping it didn't swallow
you or if it did
will spit
you out upon
the shore where
i will
give you
mouth to mouth
to resusitate
never to let
you not
be
Copyright © Jeff Connelly | Year Posted 2019
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