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You set a goal that is to be But to others is not to be seen No self harm today, good No cursing this week,good Don't entertain him again, good
I took a poetry class for the first time when I was 21 in my last year of college.   And it felt like the first time I swam when I was seven on the last day of swim class.  
A dream A hallway, my heels softly clicking as I walk The polished table A clipboard Perched precariously on the edge
I am a river working hard always moving changing everything around me, while accepting change, myself. Sometimes I am calm sometimes I am restless. No matter, for I am a river.
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