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Here you will find the writings of the poet Theodore Waterfield


When I am dead
who will fill my emptiness?
Whose eyes will see like mine?
Welcome storms
and dive into the sea
and love its waves?
Who will fill my transparency
and worship others?
Who will sleep
inside enormous dreams
and soar,
and walk on their water,
then plead for more?
I think
no one can.
No one could.
No one would dare
be quite like me.

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