| Open Poetry #28 |
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MOTIVE |
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MERCURY Member
since 2003-04-16
Posts 190Ireland |
The tide is changing and I can’t swim, Seeking help, I optimistically murder a hymn. From the depths of the slippery sea, The rising current is snapping and spitting at me. Feeling tired and weary , But eager to live, I question the waters motive. |
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