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Dec 2020
The sun blinding
sits on the river.
I descend to the valley.
I can’t escape,
I’ll l be lost.
I’m  gravity.
My outcome so sure
as the ocean where I head.  
So set on flowing,
and longing to break free
and return.
Written by
John Hayes  78/M/Pittsburgh, PA
(78/M/Pittsburgh, PA)   
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   Maddy and Millie
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