Her Poetry: Thief

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Thief

Pebbles ground up,

Around your neck,

As we lie in a twist

Of sea air

 

Forgotten myself

In the clasp of now

My face is a blur,

In my muddled up hair

 

The water creeps up

And bites at my feet

Is it cold?

It’s frozen, not there

 

My life in a box

Was wrenched from my side

I notice, too late

Do I care?

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