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Sep 2020
castaway
salt, tobacco, sand
getting caught between my teeth
am i a castaway
laying in these
elysian waves
i am free
i dread the cold rain, crouched on the horizon like a demon black.
its winds will draw me out to the sea
Written by
callie joseph  17/F/cayman islands
(17/F/cayman islands)   
62
   Sushant
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