The Mistress of my swamp

I remember when I saw myself for the last time.
It was a long long ago,
- and I do not remember the eyes.
Lies, around me.
Almost like a crime,
- turn a blind eye, as a despaired slug,
under salt.
What a fuck!?
Should i die or a hack,
The fog around water, of my mistress swamp?


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