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the world
spins on a top
the silvery
white of dawn
at the edges
of the world
i laugh to
myself and
hold him
in my arms
feel his soft
skin underneath
my fingertips
mine

the sea
spreads her
wet
in my mind
i can feel her
bitter tears
she can touch
the sky but
she cannot
rise up out
of the murky
depths and
see the sun

lay with
my face
towards the horizon
it's 6 am
and i am whole