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It drifts as time moves The concentration the same, the fluid stretched thin Going from lake to creek Same material Different movement Different shape Reviving itself Lakes compound stagnation with benefits of submersion with risk of drowning Beware of drifting a base deprived of sun Creek is movement Life is passed through No depth Traded for flow and conservation Calming, no splashes Feels white, Visible trenches Gather your footing. Time is key, purpose fatal Each becomes the other Only if the path is given Evolution of matter Calming of peril, Understood change The muck of the chest runs babbling through the ditches of skin and bone Without this Movement Stops.
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Oct 26, 2012
Oct 26, 2012 at 3:00 PM UTC
The Creek
It drifts as time moves The concentration the same, the fluid stretched thin Going from lake to creek Same material Different movement Different shape Reviving itself Lakes compound stagnation with benefits of submersion with risk of drowning Beware of drifting a base deprived of sun Creek is movement Life is passed through No depth Traded for flow and conservation Calming, no splashes Feels white, Visible trenches Gather your footing. Time is key, purpose fatal Each becomes the other Only if the path is given Evolution of matter Calming of peril, Understood change The muck of the chest runs babbling through the ditches of skin and bone Without this Movement Stops.
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Oct 26, 2012
Oct 26, 2012 at 3:00 PM UTC
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