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Floating in the empty

My eyes open unexpectedly

Timid and nervous strangers see my body

In the water beyond the sand

Illuminated by hate

There's so little time for peace

I wish I was carrying more than just me

Something to prove my lungs don't expel


It's cold for all of us

Tomorrow shouldn't be such a question

But trauma makes hearing and thinking


Until everyone exhales again

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