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Aug 2016
To find oneself occupied
In the strange hours of the night,
With a tsunami that hits the coast;
my mind.
While the fish swim worried
and the panicked debris flows
I stay woke
To the thumping of the waves
synonymous with the heart
yet when I so unconsciously fall
What is it that sets dream and reality
so far apart?
Written by
Gwendolyn
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