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Jul 2016
The rhythm of my flow is picking up
Slow, steady... a peaceful motion
It can't be stopped no matter what
Its heading towards a deeper ocean.
Pebbles and rocks, they sit and stay
The deeper waters they will never know
But I will continue to flow my way
So good luck, but you can't stop my flow.
Conscious
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