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Cogs of a different clock,
which are sealed away and locked,
here the arms and sand,
come from a far-off distant land,
there is no near there is no high,
not enough to satisfy,
there is no greater lie,
peering through that thin veil,
on an infinite ocean,
we set sail.
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Michael_Angelo
I live and work in Canada and I've had a love of poetry and story making since I was a child. With age, I have only taken on more life experience to draw from. I have been and lived in this country from coast to coast.
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