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I come in when I can’t let it out
(I can never let it out)
I’ll let you in
on a secret
It is not the devil under the sea,
but large and buried, god.
Two sips to let you in
And dive in
Shattering myself in awe
for a fragmented reflection
of who I could turn into, as in
transform…
Ah! For the love of god! Bury me
with him. Tomb of fortune
Tomb of desire. I am:
full of desires.
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