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Enigmatic Ocean

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Sitting in Contemplation:

i reflect on the passage of all Yesterdays:
an entirety composed of seconds, as if Time
were existent. memories flow through my being
like currents from waters.(a neverending steam)
i travel the currents, grasping at the thoughts
of Rocks,Stones, Pebbles, trying to change
destinies tides, only to fall into a vast body
of water, known as toDay...


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