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Jun 9
To wake,
to ponder,
to fall asleep
to the tidal rhythm of ones thoughts;
at sea in ones own mind.
There is no cessation,
no reprieve,
one only endures
as though bracing for a storm.

Even this cup that I drink from,
holds too many memories.
It all comes back,
I am there again,
adrift in the past.
Leocardo Reis
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Leocardo Reis  M/Canada
(M/Canada)   
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