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magnificiant
magnificianta small, existencial ant.
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Entry for the underwater contest. A short poem about a woman and her demise.

Who would have known?

Sinking and hurting like sticks and stone

As skin and bone

I drown.

As cold water gently seeps

And my body does not struggle, but sleeps

The memory of you heaps

Sorrows that only death keeps.

I scoured for a glimpse of heaven's skies

Kneeled, hands clasped with cries

There it was, in your eyes

Piercing through my very guise.

What cruel fate awaited me

When I had approached thee

All you ever wanted was my plea

Of sinful desire and of carnal glee.

God could only ever exhault from you

Your purest of marks, as white as an ewe

Wrapped to your neck, which I would hew

With delight, revealing only what is true.

Will God forgive you? Will I go to hell?

I wish to know at least where you will dwell

Once you hear your inner knell

We shalln't meet in Heaven, you'll only be a shell.

Liquid begins to hug my lifeless soul

The empty body is now just a hoe

Covered in hand prints and bole

Regrets of our meeting, a void filled hole.

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