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Jan 2022
She stands flushed
her cheeks as rouge as the cliffs of Aquinnah.
Along the coast whales bellow in discordant harmony.
She is my secret cove a stillness to weather the vulnerabilities Iā€™m afraid to course.
Written by
noi
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   Sadia
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