wet


I was the ocean
Full and wet.
I rose and fell.
I sustained life,
Took it away.
Made weather rollick,
Honeymooners undress,
Full and wet.

I'm dry now
Arid and putrid,
A bone picked clean.

But my eyes still close and open,
Squeeze tears from tired lids
To wet my waking world once more.

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