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Pontus


 I am drawn to the Pontus

and its salty spray,

my thoughts preserved,

far beyond the strand.

l be lost,

I be found,

with every surge,

the current,

it pulls,

I pull,

I break,

from the Pontus I was born,

and to home,

I will return,

when I leave.

 
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