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Saturday, July 6, 2024
I cannot swim the day
I cannot swim the day
Both words said and unsaid
A full tide coming in
Drowning meant and instead
Should arms become wings and
Red-eye towards tomorrow
But time has no hurry
And there is no borrow
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