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Feb 2015
not used to the changing tides
so high at the dawn
so low in the dark
the moon shines down past the beach
leading me adrift into the moonlight
until the submerged sun leaps from the sea
and the moon fades into blue
there i find myself alone in an ocean of doubts
ready to paddle back home
Jonathan Keeley
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   Ariel Baptista
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