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Monday, October 28, 2002

Teneberous calm
The wind blow hair across my face
On this chilly autumn night.
The starts shine for no one
The moon is still new, invisible.
I can hear the gentle sound
Of water playfully spalshing the shore
I turn to look at the large body
It's skin black and smooth
Like a mirror reflecting my deepest thoughts.
The dark waters are most inviting
Even in this cold weather.
To jump in and splash around
To live the moment, make it last forever
By ceasing movement, sinking to the bottom.
And finally rest, peacefully, permanently.
Even though I sleep normally, I never rest...
That is, until tonight.
Until the water takes me in her body
And makes me one with her.


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