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Aug 2014
You cannot hear my cry
Not only because I am noisy yet voiceless

I am not a stream
Nothing that wells nor flows

But tonight I'll dream of an ocean
So vast it has its own milky way

I'll dream of the tides, and storms above
I'll dream of thunders and earth's wrath

Before sleep, stillness, it's I who keep it;
My mirror keeps humming a wraith
Written by
Pea
230
   r and Juneau
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