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Dec 2015
Raging through a hurricane
and swirling in the deep,

my ship has lost sight of land

I am pulled out to the sea  



No peace can be found unless
One surrenders to the depths below,


Oh blissful eternity,



I have let go of the oars.
Moksha
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Moksha  28/F
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