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Feb 2016
My heart tries to pour out
The beauty, the pain that it holds,
Into words that flow
Like a silvery, sleek stream
But sometimes the true feelings
And meaning
Get lost in translation
Such as a branch
Gets lost in a river
Written by
Harry Cencer  20/M
(20/M)   
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