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Drowning in June

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I move quickly across the sky
It's reflection floats above
In my uncle's old tin boat
I disturb the peaceful calm around me

In splashing, glimmering tendrils
The water hits my face
A heat-laden breeze chases off mosquitoes
So I am left with billowing, clear air to breathe
While I rattle the sky beneath me





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