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A Drowning Legacy

By Shaina Cintron


I'm sitting in a hole buried beneath the ocean, 

Gasping for air.

Reaching up for coral,

Any sign of life to nurture my lungs, 

Back to health.


I’m whispering words that are not complete,

Because the ocean is grasping for air, 

That once filled my lungs.


By Shaina Cintron



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