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Jan 2021
Your words pierce my raft 
No bucket to bail out

My mask starts to slip
Choke down the lump
Blink back the sting 

Maintain your grace 
While searching for an escape 
Water now rushing in 

If you’ll excuse me please 
time to leave
before I
drown on dry land
Written by
Amanda Simard  33/F/Canada
(33/F/Canada)   
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