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The Paddler

I dreamt again last night.A place far from reality,Sailing in the sea of plight,No land, good water, but misery.As I paddled across the acidic waters,My oars melted; no direction, no path.I cried for a moment, till it fetters.Finding sooner, no more tears I hath.Harder isn’t it to grieve;For things you’ve had so swift?Permanence, elegance achieved,Illusions:Continue reading “The Paddler”

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