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Apr 2018
You didn't believe that I could move mountains the way she could.

How could you think that,
when I have already changed my terrain to fit your boarders?
Are my winds not as strong and passionate?
Are my tides not as intense and devoted?

Why is her heat better than mine,
when you tell me we are the same temperature?
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Anonymous  Illinois
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