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a beginner swimmer. you
throw me in the water.
let my body kick and hover.
in soaking silence.
i can hold my breath.
will this be my last one.
arms raised up to a distorted setting sun.
try to pull the light down. from the sky.
and hold it close to keep me warm.
under soaking silence.
i can hear them yell.
perfect form.
for a beginner swimmer
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