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Nov 2017
Ah, well
We're all just swimming
In a sea of melancholy

Surfacing here or there
For a breath of fresh air
The moon pulls us
Back around
Into the evening chill
Where the night is still
And makes few sounds
In these moments it's
When we rise
Filling our lungs
Above the tide

The air is crisp and clean
We are free and unseen
To write to our hearts desire
The dawn peaks around the corner
And we dive back in until
The moon resides lonely in the dark
Pine
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