By Nikki Quismondo
If I survive through the murky deep
drive your essence in another ocean,
give me a current where the cool runs fast
away from the cordless self pity
I don't want to love you as much
or crave in ways of disillusion
no warm massage will heal this dense emotion
know my escape went south of here
the distance holds a dark swelling
a wound unsettled, and cut
a virgo sword and lazy fish caught in a manic delusion
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