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Jul 2017
you are not the roar
you are the whimpers
the crook necked panting
your skin melding with other skins
learning new ways of exalting
(holiness or blasphemy-- i don’t know.)

you are not the water
you are not the water
you are not the water
you are the wine
a drink,
half served,
half severed.

you are not the tired reminder
you are the action the moment meant to be remembered.

i think it only makes sense that i give up
and kiss away the last memory
of being human.
Written by
kaja rae  15/F/maryland
(15/F/maryland)   
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   Ruzica Matic
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