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  • The Sea ebbs and flows
    The tide is high and low
    Like my heart, like Life itself
    A paper washed up at the edges of sand
    Telling stories of what’s passed on land.

    The silver glazing the earths design
    The drops that form the Ocean’s confines
    Like my Heart, Like Life itself
    Submerged within the moments of time
    Not knowing its’ own reason or mine.
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