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Feb 2021
A thing that divided itself til it felt
there's no need
to hide anymore
A thing that divided
until it became
tired
of being divided
A tide that floats back
into the big river bed
towards a glistening ocean
Me
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Me  Here and Now
(Here and Now)   
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   Terence Chinnery
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