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Landlocked
Longing for the sea,
the foam soaking my hair;
Longing for the breeze,
to carry my song on the air;
For gills and a tail
I’d gladly give this life;
Longing for the day
I don’t have to come back;
Longing for a time
the Sun is my only clock,
Aching to be
no longer land locked.
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Melani Udaeta
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