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Mar 2014
I slip under with a cry
and am lost to the depths,
sinking ever deeper
into the blue
as though bound by
ball and chain

What I pass on my way down
is not glittering schools
of fish
or the benevolent
sea turtle,
but a circling, snarling
mob of responsibilities,
a sight more menacing
than even
the most cadaverous
shark
claire
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claire  20/Cisgender Female
(20/Cisgender Female)   
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     ---, Lyrical Breeze and Vanessa Gonzalez
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