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ciannie Sep 2015
constant bodies around our lands
who slip and trespass within
one another
and their depths appear quite endless
although they cannot reach a core
ink and sky churned to one
sustaining of most life
mostly mystery
beautiful
blue
sort of a riddle, not quite, pretty easy if I am honest
normally I rhyme...this...this was painful for me

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