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once a river

I was once a river.

Carried your ship to sea.

Drop by drop,

wave by wave,
dragged myself on rocky bed to put your sails to wind.

Bent myself to suit you, carved the truest path.

But you begged I give more.

With branches and bones you built your dam.

Took pieces of me to quench your needs.

I withered to a stream,

Now your oars scrape my bed,

But the sea is no less familiar.

What of the plethora who called me home?


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