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Nov 2018
Asleep
the sound of water rippling under the cold steel canoe
words from shore loss their meaning across the calm waters
propellers hum from miles off
with the heavy smoke there's no sight of land
cold wet uncomfortable and overwhelmed with peace
Written by
William Williamson  21/M/Where the river starts
(21/M/Where the river starts)   
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