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Jan 2010
My mind slips into a silent rest,

As your voice reminds me of the days we spent

Together.

In a quiet world of my very own,

Were thoughts and ideas are engraved in stone,

Forever.

A peaceful existence to slip into,

I realized my love for it while talking to you, this

December.
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