We Meet Again - A Poem

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The day I met you, I was still searching for who I was outside of what is external


The day I met you, I was a dove that thought I was a seagull, pretending I had a beak built to dive for fish too


The day I met you, you were the ocean that didn’t know which ways the tides were turning


You were the winds of the West turning South


So I turned South too, drowning in the ocean I wasn’t supposed to


What a peculiar death for a bird of the land, maybe archeologists will find my skeleton


Wondering what strange occurrence could have led to a dove’s death in the Grand Atlantic


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