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Silvered Seam
Fallow my space
Along shores of sand
Emptied lines trace
The waiting edge
Of those who fly
Hidden the silence
That holds my blind space
Knowledge leaves holes
In the better part
Of those who wait
Silvered the seam
That binds the sharp sea
Fallen wings deem folly
The broken parts
Of those who know
Rolling of waves
The flood tide enters
Who could ever tell
The fullness it fills
For those who have waited
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