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The Sadness

The sadness
Is a river deep inside a mountain
Inside the ocean
Where my soul resides

A poet sits on the river shore
As the river whispers its fears
And its joys
What is the river?

The sum of many moving parts
Promises and disapointments
The river feels the rocks
Like knives digging in

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