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May 2011
Cobble stone streets wind into beautiful beaches
warm brown crystals submerge my feet with each step

all is silent but the whoosh of the rolling waves
cool waves replace the feel of warmth

Thoughts swirl through the clean air as whispers become truth
seeking another mind to pursue

Misconceptions are legitimate
Fiction become fact
Lies are truths
Rose Haven
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Rose Haven  F/Toronto
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