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Nov 2018
atop my tiny raft I float
moving with the waves
ebbing with the ocean

my raft is small
but it chooses to float
a promise we agreed upon

the ocean is loud
and I can find myself
capsized with my boat

but once the storm is done
I flip my raft over
and begin to float once more

a beckon of hope.
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