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Oct 2021
Coming from afar
Se los lleva el mar
Rostros de arena.

Feeling two instead of one
Sé que pronto llegarán
Ships to use me as an anchor.

Me gritan "súbete aquí!"
But I only float to sea
Mareándome en pudor.

Which sail will catch me?
¿El norte y sur del que salí?
The faces in the sand must know.
Janelle Mainly
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