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May 2014
Driving down the highway,
There are a few more exits
Until I’m home
But without realizing it
I end up
At the door to my real one.
I memorize his face
Watching the happiness in his eyes
I start to swim freely and unafraid
In an ocean blue,
I’ve always had a phobia of swimming
In waters like the ocean
But not in his.
My frail body wrapped in him
Like we’re a present
That’s just for me.
It’s like Christmas morning
That feeling you only get once a year
But I get to feel it
Every day.
I never thought
That two twisted minds
Could entangle
So well together
That two complete strangers
Could suddenly submerge into one
And I never thought
I could finally admit
That I deserve this.
Sarah Bregman
Written by
Sarah Bregman  Burlington, VT
(Burlington, VT)   
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   Jess Schwartz
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