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I am the water
you are the ship
so we are the waves

or were we? where
did we die into this?
the gods are stirring

things like gods do,
thick fingers stirring
thick fingers with

thick fingersouls.
nobody’s bleeding.
nothing happens.

i making ship you
making water both
making waves.

rophumb!

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