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Feb 2019
It saw the sun rise,
yet never wake.

It saw the tadpole jump,
only to never return.

It saw twilight,
choose between dawn
and dusk.

It saw waves,
wash away.

It sat there,
and waited.

Round
Smooth
...
Imperfect
Written by
doodle poodle
137
   Fawn, Perry and blackbiird
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