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Jun 2012
I close one eye now
to focus things close.

Somehow,
I've grown older than you,
though not outgrown you.

I'm no river.
I am the sand.
And you, merely the ocean.

And in no way now,
might we ever help each other.

I close one eye now,

just one.
Keith Ren
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