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Apr 2017
I'm being softly lifted off my feet
A spring fling beckons my gripped teeth
A lifetime seems slower during the day

But at the night I'm reminded
of the rippling waves
I've timed it
I have exactly 3 more years before I'm washed away
Written by
Riot  Pennsylvania
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