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Jun 2018
the waterโ€™s edge:
i find my peace.
for here, i pledge
will i release.

the way i walk
speaks odes to me;
for when i talk,
i trudge my feet.

my voice, a ghost;
my heart, a race;
i guard my post
and hide my face.

but at the sea,
i slow my mind.
i wish, for me,
i could be kind.

taboo, is this -
pain spews within
(societyโ€™s bliss
a secret sin)

so in Her light,
i dream of peace -
for here, i might
find a release.
Anna Marie Ciacciarella
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Anna Marie Ciacciarella  19/F/Connecticut, USA
(19/F/Connecticut, USA)   
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