Fri, 07/25/2014 - 14:55 -- Krlain
are you lost

asked a watery man 

to a watery girl

ni sir i know this city like

the back of my hand


he said and dripped away. 

she swam through a puddle. 

it reflected a girl

with no


and a drooping face, 

like a water chesnut. 

she slid on. 
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