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Aug 2016
Your presence was like
3 beats per second on a drum,
each beat cleansed me,
the beginning of each beat
was the beginning of a new breath,

a breath that would be born
but would never die
you made me breathless
but somehow, and for some reason
it just made me feel more alive

Written by
Kaya  Dubai, UAE
(Dubai, UAE)   
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