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Nov 2023
the shape of it shifts as we hold on to it, like water
it  f
        a
              l
                 l
                    s
                          throu­gh our f i n g e r s
while we blink it's shine from our eyes.
Marie
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Marie  120/F/the bottom of a lost lake
(120/F/the bottom of a lost lake)   
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