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Thursday 26 December 2013

My love

Memories are slipping,
and what is gripping is worries.
Worries which are worthless;
The memories which were there,
deep in my heart; good memories.
now it pierce, as the love is gone.
But the beach wave has taught me,
it takes away something;
It gifts something when it returns.
In return it has given me Bee.
My love, from deep inside the ocean,
deeper(my love) than the ocean.

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