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mouth gaping and open beneath this once-trundled bridge the southern crust met the northern lips connected by water in which trouts dance and ladders rot we search for our reflections in the dead of night seeking a something we cannot find on either side wondering who will swallow us whole, the water or ourselves
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Nov 12, 2018
Nov 12, 2018 at 9:48 PM UTC
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mouth gaping and open beneath this once-trundled bridge the southern crust met the northern lips connected by water in which trouts dance and ladders rot we search for our reflections in the dead of night seeking a something we cannot find on either side wondering who will swallow us whole, the water or ourselves
thought of this on the bus home over the big bridge tonight
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Nov 12, 2018
Nov 12, 2018 at 9:48 PM UTC
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