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[livingman]

la amanacer,
una mentira
there in the gulf
the sun doesn't show itself
just brightens purple
the dock comes alive
drowns out its own mysteries
the shadows retreat deeper
in towards the mangroves
truth crawls out the up reaching vines
stretches towards the flow of the current
unfurls into the warming clouds
its no wonder
as i stare into the ever stretching ocean
that we're so far away
lies lay in the gulf between us
the waves lap each lie
reminding me its I and I
us we and them
all connected by the facade the dawn
tying us all back together
so i suppose
we aren't all that
far apart