Like a good, salty
Tear, the water from
The pond tasted.
And we drank and
Drank until our guts
Felt like ticks full
Of human blood.
There were whispers
From the shrubs
Behind us, but no
Mind was paid to
Their owners.
You and I,
We just drank ourselves
Into the pond and
Away, away,
Gone to the bottom:
"Be back in five".
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