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Apr 2021
Diving Bell
Your words flashed
And my skin turned to cinders.
But I heard rain outside,
And put on my flippers,
Diving deep down,
Into the nearest puddle,
Your face turned liquid
As I seek absolution.
Bad argument with a good friend.
Traci Sims
Written by
Traci Sims  F/Seattle
(F/Seattle)   
96
   Aazzy
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