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Under rocks, 

water flowed under rocks. 

What was so special about the lines under

her eyes?

And all the drinks were in the left hand. 

The houses were supposed to be white. 

She didn’t know the neighborhood. 

“I want thunder, I want a tree with my name. I want death

with a purple rose and I want to forget the way to open my mouth.

I want art I can cry in front of and I want you to cry because 

I’m crying. All my wants are my friends’. All my friends are magazines.”

Under rocks, 

she said,

my life is water under rocks.