As I tell you, the river runs through me;

       It spills

           through the rocks.

               It blooms.

       It takes turns.

It constantly changes

      and keeps churning

                  like a cheap carnival

        a sleepy town

            a muddy rock

    an abandoned rose

                        a potion.

     It flows in my veins

                             and dances.

                                      I am the river.

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