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Oct 2011
I emerge
fish scarred,
drenched in silence.
A new genus.
Evolved.
Breathing the still
palpable air.
Careful not to drown,
from the scent of noises.
I live now in a land of doors.
I can choose to live behind any of them,
thousands and thousands of them
different versions
same outcomes.
Johanna May
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