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Sep 2018
Under splinters and droplets
I stood still
Top to bottom
Fidgeting from time to time
Under screams, over laughter
I stood still
Bent my head
My knees
Felt the water flowing
In between my toes
Was I real?
Was anything real at all?
Palms standing straight
Not half asleep, nor half awake
Palms open wide
7 and 7
Forming a triangle
Floating in the sky
On the pool's surface
Another world
Here
So close
So much more realistic than reality itself
******* inside nostrils
One, two
Jump before three
Splash.
Boring
Splash.
Circles forming, foam
Small, big, bigger and bigger
Eating the life away
Smudging it right out of the picture
A second later, a minute
It is back
Safe and sound
Yet it is not here anymore
It is not there
Not now
Not then
It is not real
In the world of
The following moment
Written by
Zizaloom
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     ---, --- and Phi Kenzie
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