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On a street not as busy as it should usually be, I dreamt of the sea.
The invisible arrow pointed at where I might have to leave.
The whisper of the water sprouting before me sang about boats full of lambs.
Rivers of pavement made up a maze to resolve, so I get home safe.
My room is still disguised as a sea.
Pages & pages talking of glory in a time when honour did matter & mind.
Waves of smoke from my mouth.
Gallons of past by my feet.
On a day of solitude, I dreamt of the sea.

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