More Than I Could Chew
Brine,
in my hairs,
twined,
sun,
shining hard,
having no fun,
eyes bloodshot,
like pigeon blimps,
sight as yet limp,
muscles taut,
of legs,body and arms,
for each step I fought,
the swim was long,
deep and far in sea,
I think taking effort so much was wrong.
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