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Aug 2021
Down, down,
Do I drown?
I could float
I have the fat,
I could swim,
But to what?
There is no shore,
There is no boat,
Life is in the water
And death is down below,
Make what we can
Of this treading and dreading,
Some taking beautiful
Strokes all around,
Right now I'm floating.
But when do I drown?
Natalie N Johnson
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Natalie N Johnson  32/F/RI, United States
(32/F/RI, United States)   
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