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Apr 2018
come to our shore and scoop up the water then
splash it onto your face, feel it trickle;
don't you smell the saline? a seagull dives
but we pay miniscule mind to it,
for we are rising, fingers tangled,
and we feel like one again.
the moon can't shift without the sun and
the tides can't ebb without the moon
and even when caught in a tropical storm
our eyes can lock despite the rain,
and no amount of its swirling rage
can fog up our eyes, for we will always see
the sea has become our stage -- let's perform.
effie ebbtide
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effie ebbtide  19/Transfeminine/?
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   JS Clark
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