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May 2020
to get sick of things
when you least expect it
to undertake some form of a burden
for so long, and then to suddenly
give it all up?

undertow brings me to the surface
negative turned positive
riptide going toward the beach -
and in each granule of sand,
contains every want I've ever had
Juhi
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Juhi  22/F
(22/F)   
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   Holly D
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