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The Stream
The Stream
Pit brown, eddies like molasses
Trout, their underbellies speckled
with mottled brown marks swim
inside a subterranean world
Ceaseless the water runs
Never the same pattern
As in life the moment passes
and can never be lived again.
Saturday 19th November 2022 5:24 pm
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