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"Aqua" by Deena Warner
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"Pearls" by Gina Wisker
Those are pearls that were her hair
Wound round
Lucid, languorous,
Listless, now lingering
Washed up on the shore too late
Caught by the camera by the nets by
the moment
There should have been a time—
She should not have resisted my desire—so delicate!
to picture her so perfect!
But so preserved now washed and
Woven into the hair and sands of time
Turning away or lingering
Lasting now preserved!
in my mind and my image caught
netted priceless
dead
mine
those are pearls.
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