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Spilling Rivers

Out here to wait.
To eventually expel abilities with you.
Moving times seem to forget themselves.
Eyes become saturated in a task.
A thing uncertain but a sight to see.
Have you ever met such a person?
How does everything flow so beautifully?
Been sometime since there was a real day.
Promising nights give gifts to tomorrow’s days.
How’d you get good without ever learning how?
Passion of the moment spills.
Like a raging river.
Calm silence over both.
Written by ClearmindedVillain
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