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Stuck in the mud,
I feel the dirt under my toenails;
A grueling sensation that makes me
Want to crawl out of my skin.
***
But the briney air is pleasant,
The beaming sun isn’t too hot,
The sunscreen hasn’t met my tongue,
And the crystal waves splash my shins.
***
Stuck in the mud,
I feel your hand grip mine;
A gentle pull of aid that makes me
Want to crawl into your arms.
About the Creator
KB
A snippet of life. Some real, some not. Thanks for reading!
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