Walking
I Love Walking On the sand Watching the water Extend to the blue horizon, The awesome sense of infinite possibility That descends when I am barefoot Tracing a fresh path As the waves Wash my StepsNew
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a poem about belonging beginning there were fifty revelers in the pool gay and unfiltered bodies bobbing like corks pressed down until the wine bubbles forth and i didn’t know how to stop the pain...
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