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Dec 2013
I can't be free of the river dread
that has consumed me whole.
But, I am trying to learn how to swim
again.
They keep throwing me life jackets
and oars,
but it's a sinking ship.
Don't worry, I tell them.
Don't worry, I love you
and I'll be back soon.
Maybe later if not sooner.
emma joy
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emma joy  CT
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