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A sitting duck,
across the pond.
She floats alone,
but not for long.
Her feathers gleam,
and catch the eye
of a lonely sailor
passing by.
His boat waves
slap
against her chest.
A gentle nudge;
you know the rest.
She disappears
beneath the surface;
he’s left to wonder
if there was purpose.
About the Creator
Samantha Elisabeth
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fact or fiction, all of these stories are written in hopes that they find the people they need to find.. that they can give voice to something inside of you that maybe you couldn't quite say yourself.
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