Content of: Docile
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01/13/18 at 11:09PM
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Poetry
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Docile being
goes unseeing,
bending in the wind.
Swaying, gently,
unrelenting,
standing free,
once again.
Docile being
goes unseeing,
bending in the wind.
Swaying, gently,
unrelenting,
standing free,
once again.