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Jun 9
Gasping for air,
clawing for breath.
Held in place,
by cold, wet hands.
Breaking the window
of the lake’s glass.
Air rushing in,
such a refresh.
Brianna N
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Brianna N  13/F/Somewhere Else
(13/F/Somewhere Else)   
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