Aquatics none of the boxes

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I’m the one that stings your tearless eyes like bonfire smoke.
Yet like an empty, ancient well
Your bricks and mortar corrode and dwell
And you won’t let water near.
Arid cheeks…
Impeached are swollen thoughts.
I feel your echoes as they hit the sides of cliffs,
Ebbed tides carry disguised fears
And stormy, savage seas lurk and leer.
I’m responsible for the dead fish –
The anguish
And the out of maritime heart swell.
Narcissistic it seems, but…
Well within cogent, lucid dreams,
I submerge,
I appear.
I’m the thalassic tumour that sunk your soul
And I
will float
right here.

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