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Down the River.

Painless, silent,
she so smoothly slips
away in a waterproof
casket far
from harm’s way,

down the river,
on towards
infinite possibility
sharing the path:

joyride
to ultimate
catastrophe.

Who will truly
see her, grab a hold
and save her, bring
her to firm ground,

bond
with her, claim
her as their own?

Whoever,
she honors
them, as

it eases the pain
to come as she approaches
the rapids.

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