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 Sep 2017
Jun Lit
Ages
ago,
we
heard
our
hearts’
symphony.
It’s
still
playing.
 Aug 2017
Jun Lit
Our
fingers,
35
years
fatter . . .
still,
wearing . . .
loving,
our
vows.
 Aug 2017
Jun Lit
Respect
my
freedom.
These
ten
words.
This
is
my
poem.
 Aug 2017
Jun Lit
Young
buds
impatiently
bursting,
blooming . . .
Some
fade.
My
heart
remains.
 Aug 2017
Jun Lit
Ask
my
Heart,
not
my
Head,
why
my
Love
persists.
 Aug 2017
Jun Lit
That
feeling
that
is
much
much
greater
than
ten
words.
This is my first attempt at a 10-word poem. I hope to have a collection of ten 10W poems starting with this one, soon!

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