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Dec 2018
Why
weren't
you
there
before?
To stop
the floods.
To stop the
rising waters.
To pull me ashore.
To rip the
stinging urchins
from my feet.
To keep
me from
drowning.
To make sure
we didn't become attached.
Why were you there in the first place?
Riley Cartwright
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