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Sep 2019
Hot wind and shivers.
Blue sky and darkened waters.
Nothing else around.

I dreamt of cold shores
and prayer beads, breathing in
small waves of warm sun.
metanoia
Inspired by a recurring dream
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   annh and Fawn
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