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BUOYANT

Floating by Streams of pure fest As wit prunes jest As words spy Simple say As dreams now play In odd strange ways Tease this day Buoyant stuff Stop in brief browse Touch does arouse Just enough Seizure light Tampers stray fit Watch how lost bits Glimpse of wit Venture thus Heart knows the way Soul grooms each play Ere sad dust Leon Enriquez 11 September 2019 Singapore

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