when i open, open my eyes
i will think of better things
river is beginning of sea
carries everything you discard
your sadness, it does it too
staring at ripples she feels
fish swim up stream in search
of their gods of fertility, savior
hungry teeth line up river banks
so as greedy nets; scooping
while flowers rejoice, flesh
flesh eating flesh; they're free
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