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Jan 2021
I went in
the water was cool and healing
at first.
I saw the moon cry into her reflection,
she tried desperately to pull the tides away.
But foolish me;
I swam out,
practically asking the ocean to drown me,
I loved her cool caress on my skin.
My skin was like a midnight sky
full of stars.
I was lucky.
When I washed up on shore the next morning
I found out I was drunk on salt
and
the ocean left a desert of it out there.
Grace
Written by
Grace  F/Voie Des Papillons
(F/Voie Des Papillons)   
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     J, --- and Bogdan Dragos
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