Missing but not missing sometimes...
it was even hatred...
turmoils of emotions...
like the flushes of waves...
wooping up not just the instability...
where clarity turns murky...
and sedimentation applies...
layers and layers of saw dust in the dark...
clearly unclear...
purity alternates impurities...
what is there to hate...
when hatred is a mere storm...
sweeping pass an autumn sea red with blooming phytoplanktons...
of which you get a calm sea after that...
lulling ships to sleep on a starry night...
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