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Found Poetry 186

1/16/20

I am water mist drifting in the atmosphere
just a dream of the memory of the waves of the seas
as I drop I feel my worth uncorseted

This poem was created from a collection of T.S. Eliot's poems. Click here to see a book by Eliot.

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