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Nov 2013
There is a hole in my ocean
and all the water is leaking through,
washing away the truth
washing awayΒ Β all I ever knew.

You came along in the storm
You made the sea calm
It worried me because
I thought it wouldn't last long.

you made a hole in my ocean,
letting the water drip through
giving me dry land
showing me things I never knew.
to my beloved.
elizabeth brotzman
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elizabeth brotzman
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