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Sep 2021
to be pulled away in its hold
thoughts float towards the grey sky
body shivering, too cold to feel
anything other than the water's touch

no one else for miles it seems
I am not drowning but the salt
cuts into my red arm

caves of solace in the
absence of your eyes
Written by
Cassie
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