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  Priscilla Thomas
It has been water, always,

ocean roar, or the cashmere flow

​of the open tap over my hands

​steady pour of summer rain

something to quiet the rage inside

or to give it voice

and heft
​
and the merciless beauty of the crashing wave.
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