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Feb 4
i think
i am
the moon

the pull on waters
choosing
what wave to conjure

what storm
to name
myself

forgetting often
that i am
all waves and all storms

the ocean
and all i try
to name it

and that
in being so
i am also
without names
or form.
Written by
ibwib  M/Pakistan
(M/Pakistan)   
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