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May 2018
If wishes were kisses,
our eyes would be dry.
No counting the bottles
of tears we could cry.

We'd challenge the night-time,
to bring us our heart.
And when it arrives,
the end is the start.
Written by
Michael King  33/M/Australia
(33/M/Australia)   
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