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Rated: E · Poetry · Fantasy · #1555489

This is the beginning of my water poetry.I

Water

I  have  something to say I do.

Hovering in disguise but being shy of nature and truth.

Falling in.

My smooth faults  magnified  with sharp  society, water running my fluid savior.

My feather lies and dreams of impossible  hunger.

Truth proven,feathered lies keep people away.....

Death is not so frightened  of me anymore.

The fluid space made by you running water hidden features wondering.

My feathered lies kept.Neat like my bourbon.

Running water fills void
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