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Mar 2013
We lie still.
Unmoving.
Unchanging.
You're pulled under
by the current
and my lungs
fill with air.
You pull me
from the water
and watch as I float on.
You won't let me get to far
because you know
I can't swim.
Circa 1994
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Circa 1994  Florida
(Florida)   
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   Savannah Lee, --- and ---
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