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Messing Up

I can craft words into poems,

Beautifully I know.

I can be the sun,

On a rainy day,

This too, I know.

What I also know,

Is that I mess it all,

While I go with the flow,

As I suddenly gasp for air,

And start swimming away,

From where I wanted to reach.

I mess things up,

Every time,

Quite beautifully.


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