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Jun 2018
Like a cat holding on
To the edge of a bathtub
I'm drowning
In the sea of Neptune's eyes

I'm waiting for cognac to decipher
hidden meanings in the hands
That scrape my thighs

and I don't want to sink
in the breathless brink
of schoolgirl lies
and I donΒ΄t want to blink
cause I might start to think
of NeptuneΒ΄s crystal skies
Written by
Helena  F
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