In the end, does the ocean
feel constrained? Or large lakes
in their basins? Somehow
it’s already late morning
again it’s inevitable
bounded stillness
or bounded movement
the margins have been set
it doesn’t matter how
you fill them.
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OPTIONAL POETRY 
I love it!!
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Thank you, Victoria!
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It is exactly how you fill them that matters.
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one hopes!
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Speechless poem
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Glad to hear you liked it!
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Mee too for your reply
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