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Salt Water
(11/26/1971 / New York)

Salt Water

slowly I move magnified by my bubble
excruciatingly I make my way down the features
soft and worn
they offer comfort for some
agony for others
indifference for most.
rounding the suppleness, I leave behind a trail to mark my path
warm caresses no one wants to see,
I seethe beneath the surface
waiting to erupt with the slightest disregard.
my arrival signals the latest snub.
and so I continue on in blind anonymity till the end of my journey
falling in to a pool of oblivion.

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