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She stood on cliffs, tettering on edges,
as rocks fell, crashing to earth,
embraced by waters that ebbed unrelentlessly.
She stirred in winds, tangled in passion
that whispered, turning her round and round, on breezes that blew through uncertainties.
She swam in oceans, deep, thrashing in
realitites ignored, caught in the soul of her seaweed, fighting tides, that
would be.
Earth crashes and finds embrace,
winds calm to gentle breezes,
and tides and currents go on,
flowing effortlessly with the force
of nature to where they belong.
Do I belong to you!,
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