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18/11/2020

P o o l
A miniature landscape opens up and reveals itself to me.
At the threshold of contained construction and space to be free.
My hands enter the meniscus of a watery portal.
Viscus, translucent liquid ice.
This whole body dreams to be submerged in
this pool.
Skin - water - water - skin
Rain down with gravity.
Drink me whole.
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