We're dangling,
seaweed thin our movements in the slow motion water wind.
Asymmetrically we soak up filtered love.
It's trickled down through memories of my grandpa's knees and glass magnified mothers eyes
Daddy's lies and my own disguise.
The water's ripples serve as transitional bliss.
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