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Sep 8
Glaciers are the loneliest souls.
Moving and drifting with the water:
cold and forsaken.
How wonderful it would be
to melt into the sea;
under the rays of the sun;
in God's well as one;
tossed by his hand;
to move in romantic waves.
Wrote this in high school, but recently reworked it.
Seth Cruz
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