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She is sinking and
drowning into the sea,
which is warm and holding
her like a hug. I can see
her and my eyes are
stone and my hands are tied
and my hair is long, drifting
into hers, until green and
blue slosh together. There
is a noise in whistling and
she moves into a giant piece
of ice and her feet are stone.
She is under my legs where
fishes can’t go and can’t hold
their breathes.