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.:my my the muddy banks:.

my phase contains
millions explain
derided
broken veins
as a word spoken
I sat down by the muddy water
( inside my head )
the banks corrided my knees
wading in the filth
states a pace
face remains scarred
crimes that glisten, shimmer, shine
and break the tide
breaks a bond
for i to you
noticed on better days
...ben *back*