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Oct 2020
As one reaches for the sky,
It stretches out before his hand.
Within a flaming vortex of life,
Water is dropped to create ripples.
A motion made to dissipate,
A rock tossed for pure enjoyment...

Eventually, the water returns to rest.
Ayn
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Ayn  20/M/Wherever I May Roam
(20/M/Wherever I May Roam)   
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     Scorpio, Grey, --- and annh
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