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Then one day, the water wasn't wet

Rubbing thumb to fore finger, I accepted it



I wrote psalms on my palms

And proof read until they were bullet proof



Red skies swirled, all bite, no bark

I followed my shadow til he merged with the night



When the sun started a coup

Reclaiming its' blue kingdom, eyes opened



Bob Marley sings off in the distance

And I finally believe him



I don't worry about water

When I'm not thirsty