Ride The Current

In seeking the river, 

Her body bent drastically towards the water, 

She tore at every fibre, 

Holding her back, 

Including her past, 

The many hindrances of being possessed of a memory. 

Just a lick from the surface, 

Seemingly enough and worth the sacrifice.

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