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Jan 2016
I
Heaven is the sparkling sound of your voice,
when my thoughts are overwhelming my soul,
the past is gnawing at my bones.


II
Heaven is slow dancing with you
with your feet arched on top of my soles
to the ambient theme
of your favourite jazz song
on a cold twilight night.


III
Heaven is your warm embrace
when Iā€™m breaking inside
bones rattling, soul quivering
when Iā€™m breaking inside.


IV
*Heaven is a place on Earth with you.
Raymond George Dias
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Raymond George Dias  22/M
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