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Flowing Swiftly
The current never stopsDown the mountainsideA rock is carriedUntil it comes to restAt the bottom of a poolThe water travels onDancing, SingingNew yet timelessIt grids hard stones to mealAnd the ...
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Who Am I
I see myself through a haze,indistinct, a warped if I'm staring into a pooldisturbed by a skipping stone.Or in a shiny metal mirror,cracked and tarnished with age.Or in a fog, ...
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We Fall Upon Deaf Ears
Truly, we are ignoredOften we have imploredNobody seems to careWe hardly think it fairOur cries are never heardNot one ever is perturbedAnd everyday,To pass awayWe drown in our own tearsWe ...