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Category: Writing and Poetry
our fleeting moments that continue to grow, reminders of eternity, we hold drinking waters of our dreams our pleasure and pain, evaporate out of leaves once grown into a tree, in turn cleans our air and rains into our sea our waters, between our shores, our shores inevitably and cherish every grain of seed and of sand that formed in our waves define us washing me into you and you into me makes me alive
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