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Jul 2015
Mother language:
A symphony of life as it was.
As it slips
From our rusty lips,
We are drunk
With time gone by.

Before the tourists
Leaked, like sunshine,
Through the waves,
Into once sleepy
Seaside towns,
This land was all
Our home.
Natalie
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Natalie
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