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My green ribs remember full moons. I keep a city’s thirst in round sentences. Algae tangs the air; a hose hisses. Buckets arrive with tomorrow’s knuckles; we learn the alphabet of drip. Leaves flotilla inside; outside, turns trade like hymns. A tap coughs itself into speaking—tin echo. When pipes go quiet again, we count mercies by the litre. We store what we can carry.
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My green ribs remember full moons. I keep a city’s thirst in round sentences. Buckets arrive with tomorrow’s knuckles; we learn the alphabet of drip. Inside me, a small flotilla of leaves. Outside, neighbours trade turns like hymns. A tap coughs itself into speaking. When the pipes go quiet again, we count mercies by the litre. We store what we can carry.
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