although i speak in riddles,
its clearer in my mind.
i know i question things too quickly,
but i have never questioned love.
im not a skilled water carrier,
you've seen my spill the water from my hands,
but in a month as cold as ice...
i have learned to carry you, learned to carry love.
the queen of cups is watching...
i spill the vessel from my arms,
but there is water on my lips,
water in my heart.
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