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Finding Berries in Warm Climates

my standard
my standard is to not be what you want
so dry high
so cry that loneliness
swimming all alone now

we quaver like in school
new found wrinkle now this time
so dry
high enough why try
why try loneliness

my standard
toothy grin not expected so soon
alone blue ocean
alone that loneliness
swimming with you two now

sigh & say farewell
this skin so far no more alone

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