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Oct 2016
With water, I forget my thirst,
With light, I don’t remember the dark,
In joy, I have no memory of loneliness,
In hope, I ask, “What is despair?”
Then, I recollect them again
Like shells from a beach,
Until I release them back into the ocean
With freedom and a smile.
Miss Star
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Miss Star  U.S.
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