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Oct 2015
it appeared to be a place of hope
a place where I can safely spill my soul
into the river
the river where you swim
drip drip
slowly formed into a stream
rapidly becoming a river
and the water joined and danced
the river flowed and flowed
and in I slowly spilled my soul
knowing it was safe and whole
woke up
an open empty cup
Daisy
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