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Oct 2016
I'd rather shoot and miss in a city of tears
where stars grow cold beating like my
A dark undercurrent of woe which seems
to draw but it will not be so.
The heat of a thousand suns won't reignite my
heart, only one will do so.
Only one shall embrace my soul.
All the stars will beat again in warmth,
all the stars will beat blessed like this one sun.
Dimitris Sarris
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Dimitris Sarris  30/M/Scotland/Greece
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