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The blue softness
Of the ocean.
I listen to
Its waves.

Time
Is passing me by,
Whispering
My name.

The waves
Keep crashing
On
The Shore.

Should I
Stay
Or
Should
I go?
Rather than
known hills,
choose
strange heavens...
If you died today,
what
ideas,
what
stories,
what
dreams
would die with you?
 Feb 2017 pen n bolsillo
chris
love is
no Where

love is
noW here
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