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Control Control We lose sight of the goal amidst the control For history can repeat itself A weary soul vested for it's realization In each human heart the quest for wisdom
Undertow   In my earliest memory I am drowning, upside down in the shores of my hometown. I’m two years old, on the sand with Mom, seaglass in our pockets and startling cool water on our toes.
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