his breathing was rapid
she pushed him
over

she had already fallen
she was pushing him down
she had took his hand
while he was
standing
in
quicksand

now she is standing
on
his head
his last
breath
sung
he
said

baby baby baby
won't you jump to shore
she screamed
your mine
aint
an
other
to implore

he said



these these
these thoughts
are
making me float
she said baby
that's my
toes
re
mote


i says
woe woe woe
baby you
should
have
told
me
sooner

she said
you know
i had
to
wait
till
you showed me
how to be an worded cartooner

she reached down
turned on her
floating
habit
his breathing was rapid
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