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Rated: E · Preface · Emotional · #1034485

This is a short poem.

I am a river running wild
My heart is a drum-beating child
My blood spills like water pouring down
My spirit is the wind blowing 'round
I sit in my canoe and float in that water
Beating drums beckon me as I totter
Into the wind to be whipped about
I am losing my voice, but I find it and shout
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