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There Is No Going Back
the boats were already burned
the bridges all cut
the river floods and so we all go
to where we shall
end,
there is no turning back
there is nothing in there
not even a memory
of throats,
there was only the thin slice
of bitter taste
there is no you and me
we were all
like salt dissolved in the
blandness of
our own waters.
poem
by
Ric S. Bastasa
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