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Dec 2020
Swimming in the river
I try to secure my belongings
My identity and my dreams
So close...almost within reach
Then I feel my legs pulling me back
A rope has caught my foot
My belongings are getting further and further away
I pray that the river would stop flowing
But it kept flowing...and it kept flowing
Now I can't see my belongings
The rope still has my foot
Nuvola
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Nuvola
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     Rob Rutledge and Bogdan Dragos
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