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Apr 2020
In my ocean,
My private obliviousness,
I keep the fish of golden:
They never happen
To rest.
Whirled by and confused
With each other
They let it all come roundabout.
Go far, they will follow you farther.
Mute. Quick! Cold. Be careful! Haunt.
They haunt you, you stalk them.
Vice versa. Who's smarter?
Mutation of wit and vigor.
Deep waters run still,
Eyes look after,
Pretend you know what to fish for.
Written by
Elsie Greek  30/F/Ukraine
   Isabine, --- and Cloudydaze
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