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then I was her, she me, the loveliest youngest daughter
turning every suitor away because I could afford to
wait for you the strongest, handsomest, bravest and you
carried me away (I was carried away); but no happy
ever after for this story, no,
not for her nor for me either--
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but there's no going back to vanity nor innocence
once broken, those illusions never glued together
quite the same so I lost my hands (her fingers cut
from the kayak by her own father, flesh and blood)
and fell down, down
into the cold blue-- tangled into Sedna's hair the pieces of me lost
to feed the world, my tossings and turnings
to shape the world with waves and waves of blue. |