marina she sat by the window
salt tasting tears rolling down down down
touching trembling lips
why did you cry marina
why did you cry
marina she had those hands of sorrow
spasm killed self handshake made of dust
squatted in her lap
what did you touch marina
what did you touch
marina she had those ashen hair plaits
leaking down her back like snakes
biting her spine
what did you do marina
what did you
marina she cried
why did i die
why did i die
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