It's not on the surface. It's deeper than I expected. It's a calm that I am now afraid of.
The first few times I liked it.
I looked for it, kept wanting the edge to come back. I know the edge, it's comfortable. It's where I lived.
Now, I can't decide. Calm or storm?
Or is this the fabled eye?
I want the edge, I think. The cut doesn't go as deep.
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