my belly is swollen with the blue moon
and tides lap at the toes I dangle in the waters
but there is a maelstrom that looms,
sitting gently upon the line of the horizon,
drifting slowly and refusing to falter
even in the face of my excuses and denials
and its tremors will shake my frail structure as i whimper,
insisting that you cannot steal my optimism from me
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