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FLOTILLA ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ her heart, once a crammed attic, overflowing with yesterday’s dusty relics, became a barren room. each secret—a silent, fragile confession, she scrawled on paper thin as skin, slipped into the throat of antique glass. a cardboard ark, ferrying her bottled truths, down to the shore she walked, where the sea sighs secrets of its own. a flotilla of confessions and longing, a bobbing armada of regret, pushed by the tide—away, away, away. she raised her hands in farewell releasing all her burdens, their echoes fading on salty winds
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