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Making the voyage
may not be possible.
Spreading my wings
I fear myself.

I feel a shift. I don’t mind.
The vivid colors keep me company.

You gaze at the
bottom of the ocean.
Do you see words
that give me away?

I feel a shift. I don’t answer.
The power to talk is never enough.

How do I handle
these thoughts?
They circle with little
will they topple me.

My world has shifted. I do mind.
A glorious future will never be known.

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