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Water

all i long for is to be free. that the thoughts in my mind will carry me. like waves carry a shell onto golden sand laying it down to rest and leaving it to its own a home where it shall fleeting be an evanescence, a mist, a drop of water that never falls longing to be the leaf of a tree twirling and dancing never-ending. the circle of life; it's death impending. the probability of this inevitability. a section of imperfection in my life like a bruise that never subsides that goes against the tides and seasons of my life.

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