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Nov 2019
Waves                             they                     happy
     call me.                          call                       when I
       They crash                    out to                     see them
        and laugh                      me, with                 dance. They
    with the wind.                their beauty            beckon me
Beautiful and elegant      and shine. I am       towards them.
this is my first attempt at a concrete poem
Sydney
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Sydney  21/F/California
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