Poetry of place

Her

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Slow diving

For pearls

See me looking I look away

Long dark hair

Neck like a swan

The shimmering eyes

Lips slightly parted

I run

Ships sunk in the night

A desperate religion

I have to confess

These demons won't rest

Living in slow motion

Above the border

Destitute and dispossessed

Wary of the next step 

No chance to be blessed

Unless

And I could be wrong

Multitudes might know

That future toss

But until

Standing still becomes

The emblem of my heart

The join where it all starts

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