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Every drop of water Flowing above, below, around, Pushes, pulls me down Like hands, strong, gentle-- An iron grip, a soft breeze. Every drop of water, Swirling above, below, around, Creates, destroys spots of light, My eyes blind, clear-- A spot red, a spot white. Every drop of water Rushes above, below, around, Tearing, mending my lungs With fire thirsty, unquenchable-- A liquid flame, a cooling elixir. Every drop of water Above, below, around, Pushes, pulls, Creates, destroys, Tears, mends-- One's life, my end.
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