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Slope
How do I stay
Before I forget the formulas?
The multiplication tables drilled
While the volume of you proves
Through displacement.

Could I still Rise. Run.
A ratio to get me further
From the water.

This town denies
Blows of neighbors,
The moon pulling brine
As beaches fall and feed
Twice daily.


 
 
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