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  • Writer: Lippy
    Lippy
  • 23 hours ago
  • 1 min read

My mother once told me

The sea has a way of attracting lost souls.

It’s why there are cigarette butts between the sand.

And the wind whips in wails,


But when it carries me

Away from the landlocked and lonely

To a bed of brown tide.

It feels a little more

like being found.


Words by Bea Butterworth, she/they

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