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I often dream
Of lone blue seas
Water I breathe
Is home for me

I slip through tides
Of churning thick tea
Still nobody
In me believes

From flowing hair
To tail of green
I am a "myth"
Curiously.

Yet I exist
Only in dreams
Of lone blue seas
Fantasy deemed.

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