Maya A., Creative Writing/Poetry

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Don’t cry
Little sister
Take my hand
And once your tears dry
We’ll dive
Under the sea
We’ll swim with the fishes
Away from
The never-done dishes
And now
On the count of three
Let your breath bubble
We’ll be free



“Wibbly wobbly… timey wimey… stuff.” -The tenth doctor

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