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Rivers

They cry themselves
Into rivers;
Sweeped into currents
That caress the crevices,
Of their bodies.
Only to swallow them
Whole.
A violence so seductive
And insidious,
It creeps up to river bank shores
As water laps
To remind them that it was they
Who filled this river
In the first place.
But tears don’t start
Because we want them to.