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Mar 2022
Sun rays bouncing off the water
A blur like a sleepy I don’t want to get up yet morning
Cold legs
Back
Warm shoulders
Neck
Left right
Left right
And I’m tired
Hanging on the side
Head on my shoulders
Skin wrinkled tight
Backstroke to when the sun was high
Written by
Brie Williams
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