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Rowing

Sometimes I have dreams about my past lives

In them I see the hearts I’ve broken,

people I’ve misused

and the things I shouldn’t have uttered

These visions I cannot explain

One would have to be there

In order to experience them from my unique perspective

seeing what Ive experienced, searched and sacrificed

for a breathe of fresh air

I awake from my dream a prisoner

and slave to time

Trapped in this dream we call life.

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