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Jul 2020
During the most uncomfortable instances
I think back on the piña coladas and sweet cream
Still fresh in the fruit, still whole
The salty air left sand on
The creases of my eyes
We found medallion shells together
But I held my own hand then
And let the blue wet my shorts
Unexpectedly, there was nothing to be afraid of.
And there still isn't.
Monique Matheson
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Monique Matheson  26/F/Arizona
(26/F/Arizona)   
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