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First is the self In the water The setting is not still Yet It almost makes sense Rolled past plants and mud Faster Rushed with the sand Faster Crushed against the rocks And finally drowned
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Jan 22, 2022
Jan 22, 2022 at 7:03 AM UTC
Not Understanding Time (or Existence as River Fish Who Can’t Go With the Flow)
First is the self In the water The setting is not still Yet It almost makes sense Rolled past plants and mud Faster Rushed with the sand Faster Crushed against the rocks And finally drowned
dzang-roller
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Jan 22, 2022
Jan 22, 2022 at 7:03 AM UTC
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