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May 2015
Baby, I think I’m drowning.

The words I want to say
Cling to the walls of my throat
Like cigarette smoke.

I am silent,
And you think that I’m distant.

I can’t breathe
But my skin isn’t wet.

Where are you now,
My averted-gaze prince?

Lost at sea,
And you’re not reaching for me anymore.
Aveline Mitchell
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