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Mar 2019
Raging river down below
I should call you my foe

Your murky waters wave hello
Layered with a rancid yellow

Breaking my landing as I fall
Hitting you felt like a cold stone wall

Laying here feeling your needles *****
Staring at you makes me feel sick

Thin icy fingers grasp my throat
I didn't even try to stay afloat
Jenna
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Jenna  18/F
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