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Without
a great lake
in-between us
of wide compromise
our pining sorrows
warm upon the heath
they’re dried and deride
the placid waters
atop underwater genus
unhiding the disguise
of depth-ly untruths
and what lies beneath.

With
a baptismal in
a great lake
to cause
a disconnect
‘whether’ brings
a wetter faith
to pause
upon, bereft
drowned truths
that are never faced
just, unsaid,
even, in jest.

What was washed
upon the shore
made for grisly viewing
of shock and appall
the waves lapped
caressing
all that came before
and boats
hung their heads
as they stalled
the water
even parted ways
shocked to its core
the currents
couldn’t decipher
the cryptic, coral shawl.

What was once
a great lake
was now
murder
underscored.

What was once
a great lake
was now
murder
to us all.

© poormansdreams

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