Maybe if I
Gulp this down
Without water
And hold my throat
Hard enough
Strong enough
All that has been
Thought of as digested,
Forgotten
May stay in
And not jump out at me
Most unexpectedly.
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That grows in murky waters. Blue lotus without roots, but not uprooted, wandering. I am that but I am this too. And yet I am not always blue. I must just be bogus.
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