and if I was his little girl by acacia

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May 2021

there are frogs in my throat
bees in my hair
brine in my eyes
wherever the tide takes me
I run away into these pools
mossy returns and powerful hues
I’m no one’s daughter

Written by

acacia F/orbis

(F/orbis)

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