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Feb 3
thinking back on long ago
as a child i strove to never be alone
to always fit in, but the water-
the water was wide.

i hate to know now that
she never figures out how to cross-
the water was wide,
the water is wide.
lj brooks
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lj brooks  22/Connecticut
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