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We flow in the lake

Like intercrossing waves

In this body of water

Our bodies run free


Searching for a channel

A hope of an estuary

We buoyantly investigate

The exorheic nature of the lake


But mountains stand like prison walls

Incarcerating the free people

An illusion of liberty and freedom

Upheld by the establishment


Lacking significant purpose

Clouds reproduce

In this body of water

Our bodies sit still

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