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Feb 2013
Clear water
a deep breath before
diving down,
dodging dark sharks
of fear.
Clear water
helps my search of the rope
rotting ripe
and ripped upon the coral.
I reach for it.
Will you let me take it?
Ann Beaver
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Ann Beaver
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