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4d
i knew what i was destined to do,
to be,
to see
the surface of the water had broken
splattering liquid across the lakes surface
causing more and more ripplesΒ Β 
making my impact
only to slowly drift away losing momentum
slowly one day being forgotten...
making the water clear once again.
i wanted to make a poem called clear
Written by
ben dover
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