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Light slips through boarded windows Hanging, waiting for action Birds chirping over Sunday brunch Soft yawn of the not too distant sea As the sun kisses the horizon goodbye and now off to work Immersed in the oneness Forgetting identity

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Published: Oct 28, 2014
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