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And there was a nation,
a nation I loved,
which allowed me to grow in,
and grow I did,
stringent, fearful, untethered, wild;
for I was allowed to,
too easily allowed to;
and what it desired
I--dreamer, risker--willingly fed it;
yet not only I,
but thousands of others,
less so / more so.
But there was a someone
who constantly saved me,
in strange ways saved me.
Still, the nation I loved
foraged on, worse than I.
Out of control, never satiated,
its presence marked:
boots, shells, shadows, stones.
                              
                                       
                                        
                                         
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