The tip of my oar,
Calmly dip in the calm of your wake,
Slowly dipping its head in its warm wetness,
Forging my boat forward
As the head of my oar dip deep into your clear wake,
Inner storm appear,
Calm waves become rough,
And slash hard against your shoreline,
Rocking my boat up and down in your rough seas,
Until the flurry of my inner storm comes to a release,
A release that brings peace and calm back to your wake
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