By Gina Niederhumer

Water of habit trickling down
Between past and present
Clutching truth and questions

Beyond us, not here
It lies in buckets
Vulnerable

Writing took on the form of dreaming
Migrating between north and south
How did I get here?

Destiny decided
Self preserving, to live another day

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