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Sep 2018
water trickles slowly downward,
into puddles quickly softly,
falling gently onward outward,
current moving promptly strongly,
feeling breezes gently blowing,
dancing water over boulders,
water always always flowing,
seeping creeping up my shoulders,
voices calling under water,
drawing closer hands around me,
eyes now closing time for slaughter,
maybe next time you will flee.
faith
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faith  18/F
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