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Jun 2016
Circling the water
I find myself a halve
Of what's left to be the world
A bright star so far
I can only reach within this small shine
A speck consisting of nothing more than myself
A thought and a shape
Air can lift me but with what wind?
Seasons clash
And I'm still so adorned with the lost
Not accompanied with myself
To whom I bear to look through
Circling the water
i wrote this while i was on my deck, looking into my water and saw a crab circling the light.
weird, right?
alix nye
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