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Jun 8
steady, steady
the waters billow.

time has come
for me to let down my sails.

drifting away
in search of myself.

where i got lost —
i cannot say.

but the tempest is calmed
and to the waters i must go.
Written by
ajasco  M/south of the Niger River.
(M/south of the Niger River.)   
15
     Zeno and Poetato
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