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Jan 2020
Shallow streams
Echo in chambers of fallen dreams
In bittersweet visions she
Comes to me
That come in eves and carry me

Sail away
Rising, the tides scream that things don’t change
Simple complexities
Seem so strange
Still they stay
While she, pristine, is there but out of range
Nik Bland
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Nik Bland  30/M/Port Charlotte, FL
(30/M/Port Charlotte, FL)   
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