210–Swimming

fresh ideas dream themselves
into conversation with strangers
i soak my body is love juice
whisper sweet everythings
into the growing dusk wait
quietly to see this rescue
this drink for my fish self
that swims in water and
thinks she is thirsty
i await the light that
is my life
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