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Jan 2015
I didn't know anything about a ******
I was called from sleep to be told your love had died
The lanes and lights passing you by
But your path never strayed
Your mind became lost
Because the enduring sounds of the waves
Kept you up at night
I'm still here
And now, a knock resonates at my motel door
Rhet Toombs
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Rhet Toombs
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