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Jun 2016
I have a love
that makes me strong
That proves me wrong
And dwarfs me long.

Comes every night,
sits by my window,
her ways rush in,
just like the wind go

When morning comes,
as times before,
she skips on shells
along the shore.

A string of beads,
a heart in tow
She carries secrets
only we know.
L Jacobo
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L Jacobo  US
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   Dana Colgan
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