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Oct 2010
Over time we lose our mind
deep in valleys indiscreet,
bound with treasures buried behind
the empty vessel we’ll one day meet.

Searching for an answer to it all
even though it’s written on the wall,
blended in with spare last words
engraved along the bathroom stall.

One day maybe we will see
the bottle floating in the sea,
and unwrap its final note
to reveal what destiny wrote.
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