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May 2018
River flows.
It's a natural cause.
Some consider it a beautiful one,
But for some it's an ugly one.

River flows.
There are species below,
Sometimes treasure,
Sometimes pain.
Pain and pleasure,
some long for,
and treasure forever.

River flows.
Gently it fades,
finding it’s spring,
Calmly it stops,
And waits for the next month.
The cycle.
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