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Feb 2019
the rock is revived by the water that crashes,
the water that swirls and twirls and lashes,
the same can be said of our own lives,
revived by the words and stanzas and lines,
but beware of the snares and beware of the knives,
because they are the people that want us to hide.
Written by
faith  18/F
     Weeping willow and Fawn
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