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Feb 2019
my toes are inching toward the lake
for a moment iā€™m too cowardly to touch the drink
the water has been rolling towards me all the while
and it is braver than i am and so the first to make contact
the water washes over my sandy feet
my eyes are closed and for a second i am alone with my sensations
i hear seagulls above
the children laughing beside me
i can hear the water trickling, waves crashing
then something grabs me by the leg
Written by
Miles  21/Non-binary/Toronto
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