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Words + Image: Deniz Zeynep
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Dip me into your pool of black,
into the depths of your well.
I'll tap once on the rim,
and let this landscape begin.
The page before me waits, white and dry,
as I think of what line to draw.
A curve, a squiggle, or even a dot,
is how I'll paint your pain, your fight.
Another dip, another tap,
the rhythm is all mine
and the well runs dry and the black
cracks on the page that is your map.
Let me take your pain
and sketch deep rivers with no end.
For your eyes fill too quickly, my love.
I'll catch each drop and paint.
I'll catch each drop and paint.
into the depths of your well.
I'll tap once on the rim,
and let this landscape begin.
The page before me waits, white and dry,
as I think of what line to draw.
A curve, a squiggle, or even a dot,
is how I'll paint your pain, your fight.
Another dip, another tap,
the rhythm is all mine
and the well runs dry and the black
cracks on the page that is your map.
Let me take your pain
and sketch deep rivers with no end.
For your eyes fill too quickly, my love.
I'll catch each drop and paint.
I'll catch each drop and paint.
#Unreal #Poetry #DenizZeynep #Love #Savior #Sacrificial #NegativeSpace
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