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Messing Up
I can craft words into poems,
Beautifully I know.
I can be the sun,
On a rainy day,
This too, I know.
What I also know,
Is that I mess it all,
While I go with the flow,
As I suddenly gasp for air,
And start swimming away,
From where I wanted to reach.
I mess things up,
Every time,
Quite beautifully.
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