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Dec 2020
When I think about it,
it makes sense
how easily I fell into your ocean eyes.
I grew up in those waters
and you feel like home.
Familiar doesn’t mean good.
I walked away from that comfort
when it didn’t serve me,
and I’ll walk away from you too.
Sure as sugar.
It all ends in salt.
Audrey Asfazadour
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