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Apr 2020
Now it begins with the ocean - blue,
the heart of which
lies not in itself
but in the lapping waves,
foaming away at her feet.
Soundlessly calling.
Written by
tao  26/M/Singapore
(26/M/Singapore)   
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   Bogdan Dragos
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