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Jul 2017
The ocean is grand
The woods are wild
And my eyes are as shallow as the puddles in the summer's rain

But my words are insufficient
And my words are inadequate
When it comes to expressing such things

The trueness of the heart and how it beats  
The clearness of your words and how they ring
Endlessly in my hollow ears
Because I'll forever place a certain value on them. *nod*
Colm
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     Kim, Autumn Rose, Zara rain and Colm
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