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Mar 2019
The distance creeps up on you
like the ocean tide
a little more every day
lapping further up your legs
you don’t even realise it
until you’re up to your waist
in seawater
and they’re all the way back there
on the beach
Funny how that happens
Written by
milkweedangel  20/F/the forest
(20/F/the forest)   
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