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Nov 2015
Do these waters inside move like tides in the ocean?
Constantly pushing, pulling with the moon;
Does it rise? Does it fall? Does it matter where I crawl?
Something strange, strong answers beyond the commune.
Seek beyond those you know and remember, we are all human with 75% water.
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   Carlos PD
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