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Lady of the Lake
Rubbing shoulders
Rub salt in the wound
Salt in the tomb
Salt over your shoulders

To, Miraculously, live on
Her pure, flaked body, a pillar of salt.

Limbs of chalk, burnt in bulk,
Nonetheless, unmarked.
Lady of the Lake sparked
Sparked
Sparked
Lady of the lake sparked

They could keep her in the Saliera
The small boat engulfed
Sea dead to me
Sea dead to me
Dome, a jump off the gulf
Jump off
A jump off
A jump off the gulf
Hear the unholy howl,
As the water wolves prowl
A jump off the gulf

Lady of the lake brought to flames
Dissolved
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