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May 2018
The bath water
rises over the rim.
The boat bounces
along with the waves.
The giant dips their
nose into the water.
The sailor braves
the tempest safe.


Then the waves began
to tip them over,
and the giant now lies
on the brink,
breaking ships
and creating waves
where only daring
sailors ever sink.
This whole poem is about a girl in a bath tub, thinking of the people she refused to let her love her, with a toy boat on the water, and imaginary sailors as her lovers.
Acina Joy
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Acina Joy  17/F/On earth, not Mars
(17/F/On earth, not Mars)   
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   Kyle Dal Santo
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