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Pushed by troubled waters 
on the periphery; dream 
interrupted, you start 
coloring your nails differently. 

A white moon was not that 
white any more. You grow 
overnight gray, becoming 
older by decades. 

Gravel was going for a coup. 
Stones had upturned 
the river. 
Brutus, were you impeccable? 

I don't want to travel 
back to dark memories, 
of a raccoon drowning 
a little poor thing.