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Jul 2022
drowning out the old
rebirth out of sea foam
you can’t console me
you can’t hold me
i’ve grown
i stand firmly, discerning
disarming smiles no longer hurt me
i defend, i stand by my work
no longer put faith into broken buckets
I S A A C
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