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Mar 2018
pushed upon my back
helpless as a beetle off his feet
  swept away by forces too powerful to resist

through streams
formed rivers
  carved canyons
an eternity I've struggled to breathe

difficult is this gift that keeps me from the crows
though lovely to be alive to feel the strain

through streams
of consciousness
which formed rivers
and carved canyons
 I grew courage and sailed briskly through
SoZaka
Written by
SoZaka  M/Seattle
(M/Seattle)   
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   --- and persephone
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