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The Kiss of Death

You bend over me
In my steel container

And kiss my lips
Clear and wet

You don't love me
But make me feel dirty
Every time you touch me

I support you
Sustain you
Give you life
And you leave me to clean after
Your waste
One day I will fight back
And then no one can replace me
For I have turned sour
From your abuse
And no longer can wash away your sins
My wells are dry
My rivers are thirsty
And acid is the only son
Of me as translucent falls

of H20

Sue Bruder

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