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Apr 2020
white noise…
the sea's crashing bass
and the droning drum of
brushing insect legs
tinny string ensemble
washing through open windows
onto bleary floors of
driftwood canvas
polished and swept with
grainy sand
traipsed in on the soles of
baby blue flip flops
Written by
kate  16/F/united states
(16/F/united states)   
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