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If I weren’t such a statue,
if I weren’t turned to stone,
with my little pebbles staring
through you,
I would drown.

Sighing waves break against me,
I am still.
Little sea creatures in an army,
I am still.
Restless clouds eclipse a blonde ray,
I am still…

If I hadn’t learned to hold my breath,
if I hadn’t learned to swim,
with my dolphin-like body gliding
around you,
I would drown.

The crack and
the adjoining boom –
the painful fate
will never waver me from
this stoic state.

Never-ending scenes of
you pierce my skull.
The tearing clouds
and the torment of my
insides ripping.
I am silent at peace
with our agony.

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