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Amidst the breakers
AMIDST THE BREAKERS
Fingers are crossed...
alone in a harbor
I'm sitting on a rock in the sea
Bring me, endear me,
further than you can
And where the wind has no grip on me
Into the depth where
you'll sail your horizon
We can stop with the flow that is yours
Into the way that
you cover from your space
I tend to and see
that you're never profound
And in the end
at the falling horizon
I'll wait 'till you are gone...
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