The Dock

The dock was fleeting above the ground, carried by the water.

Swift molecules, rubbing together, creating it’s true form, as of now.

I felt so loved. I felt true. I was born.

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Forces of Nature

I feel like I am the ocean

deep, yet unforgivable

still I continuously try

to make it better

It is easy to blame the waters

Because it is out of your control

Yet you cannot be without

and keep coming back for more

the Truth shall be

as we shall be Free

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