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Mar 29
Drowning,
but my feet,
still brush,
the ground.
I’m baffled,
while I gasp,
for air,
I forgot,
how to,
swim.
What happened?
I’m losing,
a battle,
I didn’t realize,
I was in.
Drowning,
but my hair,
isn’t even,
wet.
Written by
Datore Fargo  30/F/Kansas
(30/F/Kansas)   
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