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Mar 2020
I'm the shell
rocking in place
suspended in the surf
as the waves come and go
-- and trust me, they always go --
weathered by the sea's
rhythmic betrayal
with the wave's triumphant
and lustful crash
followed by its
sorrowful retreatΒ Β 
-- a song as old
as the tides themselves
-- heartbreak
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     Jen and Jamadhi Verse
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