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Aug 2015
You found me like a shipwreck,
weathered down to the frame and
splintered by salt and storm.

You became the nails, the boards;
the rudder and the raised sails.

Your heart is my compass,
and it guides me back home.
Victoria Queen
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Victoria Queen
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