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Feb 2012
First time our eyes met
You had to guide me through
Having left my compass at home
Just blissfully adrift
In your coffee brown sea

You softly called my name
Like mother to child
And slowly pulled me along
To the blackest of isle

It was there where I met you
With camp already made
The beauty of your soul
Consumed me.

I asked you where to dig
Telling me "dig and you will find"
I said "I could dig forever"
Replying "I've nothing but time"
Nicholas Rew
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