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you can swim. but you wont get there. you can try. but you wont reach it. my hands will turn, and stroke and hit, and my legs- my legs will pound like ribbons, stretching out- unending. and then it will end, no longer will I go. and bone will turn to thread and muscle to heat. and from the fatigue i will find it reach it. every bone a body, every muscle a life and everything.... everything water. water stroking through water combing and twining to one water so intense in water so sleek- so aware of every stroke every turn and every hit. you can try. but you can never stay there.
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Aug 1, 2016
Aug 1, 2016 at 11:02 AM UTC
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you can swim. but you wont get there. you can try. but you wont reach it. my hands will turn, and stroke and hit, and my legs- my legs will pound like ribbons, stretching out- unending. and then it will end, no longer will I go. and bone will turn to thread and muscle to heat. and from the fatigue i will find it reach it. every bone a body, every muscle a life and everything.... everything water. water stroking through water combing and twining to one water so intense in water so sleek- so aware of every stroke every turn and every hit. you can try. but you can never stay there.
rachel-hanna
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Aug 1, 2016
Aug 1, 2016 at 11:02 AM UTC
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