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Mar 25
I heard you in the shallow waves
whispering to me.

I do not speak the language
of the ever changing sea.

I wade into the waters,
now they sift so steadily

looking for the anchor or
the other half of me.
Grace
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Grace  F/Voie Des Papillons
(F/Voie Des Papillons)   
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