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Water
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Word Play Bus bench, waiting.
Another penny in the Mason Jar,
fold your secret map and safely hide within your future.
eliminate the editors and proclaim your mountain,
where truth ran dry years before.
~
victory has it's ending
but it begins with an ascending
rectangular capsule full of transients
who have long waited for departure,
it is you who knows whats made of stone
can be crushed and turned to water,
~
you board upon arrival,
and you sit down with a smile
the road will take forever
Now your thirst must wait til later
you close your eyes and you swallow
the invisble
