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Pretence

I am a river – told you before,
you aren’t the tree
holding sands on the bank;
Not the pebble on my bed,
Nor the accompanying thunder
Or chasing clouds
Wonder, who you’re?

You were there with me
When I was an insolent brook
& loved to turn the world upside down
In brazen desire
To make my way
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