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it was moving inside
curling and unfurling
and i held on to the reins to the river
handles of imaginary will and temporary sanity
flicking fickle-dom of white, gold and sprays

it goes where it wants
it collects where it rests
and never and never will it end
that is the beauty of
this state

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