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So I became so silent I could no longer hear Be bright my city of tears I grew so tiny in all of my ways I could no longer reach myself Be brave my state of sake So I became so simple at ease When I could no longer live among the drowned Be blessed my might of sea Is when I became so calm I could no longer live awake Be patient my need of peace

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Date: 10/18/2018 12:59:00 AM
This poem is wonderful, and the title telling. Sweetly written, my friend. Gently sweet.
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