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Jul 25
Brace for the rip tide's
crash and sweep and pull.
Light, hazy blue,
flares safe heavens,
beckoning a breathless plea

There has never been peace in drowning.
Because every wave worth fighting
demands a hero who can breathe underwater
#22 in my Year One Collection, from notes on 3/16
Written by
Matt Bernstein  24/M/Atlanta
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