Marica...
I'll push you down and drown you
In your bucket list whilst it has yet some water.
I'm sorry, but you're too old to be playing with kids.
No, you're not sorry.
I'm not sorry either.
Come (halika)
Be the mermaid that you've always dreamed
Of becoming.
Though you look more like an Ursula to be honest.
You know yourself.
poem by Eon Ezkiel
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