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Jul 2015
Puddles of water
slip your neck
an ever changing

while you cry tears
welling not from humanoid
eye ducts
but a patch
of cornea.

It sloshes you
on rainwater
as sea foam rises
from your torso.

Poseidon’s chariot
rolling by.
Jedd Ong
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Jedd Ong
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