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Jul 2017
the cold waves follow
in the wake of the warmth of the wind
and I, numb and wrestless
the warmth that once held me, gently
knowing that it never could be, for me
fearing that what I hold, will bury me
and the knowing
will bear my thoughts endlessly
beneath the sea.
Written by
Setenance  NY
     Lior Gavra and FraisDeLaFerme
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