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Another Blue Wrold


Ocean of blues
and the siren foam
that carries me away,

lifts me as I drown,
drowns me as it sings
in salted stings that ebb
through years and ebb
from me somewhere
between the tides and moon

where I was drowned
and woke too soon.

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