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Jul 2020
I’m holding on to specks of dust
of what remains of my weakened self
And I hope when I cry, you’ll hold
on to my tears
‘Cause little sailors will be sailing on their tides
Written by
Skyler Ruen  New Jersey
(New Jersey)   
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