The Will At Its Zenith
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The ocean inside throbs
The waves clamour
Thrash upon the shores
But I won't let them reach my will-
My mountain at its heights-
It hasn't wings
It doesn't need to fly
It would remain stable calm
Despite all these commotions down
Dec 21st 2020
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