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Crowded is the sea in which i swim

Due to every move made on whim

I try to think ‘caution’ and send it to the winds

But in the end no matter does ever win

Each thought is battle, a battle fought within

Each dream is a dream i continue to live in

Each brain is its equal, and so hard to compete

Each thought is compiled yet still so incomplete

A thought is a second, of a second heartbeat

Each line is in rythm, in synchronous beat

Randm order i do express

Feelings and thoughts to impress

You read this thnknig what kind of poem is this

This is the random battle of my  business

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