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Dirty Water

a poem by Kendra Truesdale, Senior Math Education Major


You walk in front of me

You don’t know I’m behind

You reach for her hand

While I clench mine

Taking my trust

Like a grain of salt to sea

And amongst the blue waves

You forgot me

You were my whole beach

And I just a dime-sized quartz

Stepped over upon

And in between your toes

To be rinsed down the drain

With the rest of your dirty water

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