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Aug 2015
Her
I hope for her to wake
For my loving heart's sake
I hope not that fate shall take
Her away from me at such high stake
I want to see her active eyes
Before the last cherry blossom dies
Loosing her is not to be expressed with the simplicity of "hard"
But by the soul-demolishing cuts of more than just one shard.
Written by
Carlile Salvadore  Trinidad
(Trinidad)   
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