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Drift
I am mist
smoke drifting
on the black,
morning water
just before
the sun
wakes
My tendrils
a cirrus
one could
touch
I drift
I pɹᴉɟʇ
smoke drifting
on the black,
morning water
just before
the sun
wakes
My tendrils
a cirrus
one could
touch
I drift
I pɹᴉɟʇ
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