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Sep 2017
Adrift.
Without a grip,
Without a choice of slipping under the current
eventually.
Limbs limp,
Body spent,
The water rushes over my face.
Aeya Jean Johnson
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Aeya Jean Johnson  Sipping Cocoa in the Rain
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