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Water Baby
They say she is a water baby.
From Water she was born and
To Water she will return.
And here she sits in her liquid womb,
Its porcelain skin carressing every curve,
Every cusp of her fluid body
Until it becomes her watery tomb...
They say she is a water baby.
And as the water falls like
Rain onto rose,
She cannot distinguish the drops
From her very own tears.
From Water she was born and
To Water she will return.
Pisces, a fish swimming aimlessly,
Undertaken by choppy, churning waves,
Her heart swimming one way,
Her mind paddling another.
AND HERE SHE STANDS AT THE OCEAN SHORE,
BUT HERE SHE LIES AT THE BOTTOM OF THE OCEAN FLOOR,
LOST
IN THE WAVES OF HER OWN CONFUSION.
They say she is a water baby.
From Water she was born and
To Water she will return.
