The self is a river that runs to the sea, and at the mouth you loose sight of me, there's a lot of transparency out here, and fish to eat had you a spear,
but violence was never inside you, so you starved and you drowned too, the sheer size of life scared you to death, ashamed of the small puddle you left,
Over time, You were watered down
I can barely make you out now
Salty lips dry throat scarred skin
Only you know how see through you've been.
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