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Dec 2016
Sometimes in my sleep I stand by the shore
Just as waves crash and soak my bedroom floor,
Nothing to lose, I let all of it through.
Riptides, they form as the waves do so too.
Just empty thoughts and somehow loosened faith,
Currents are strong, all my fears, they have bathed
Until I cease fire, my thoughts shall stay lulled
Still, I stood byβ€”all washed out and left null
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