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Feb 2019
When you throw a paper sheet in the sea
It always reaches land again, no matter what it has been through.
I, the paper sheet cannot wait to reach you again my love.
Counting the seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks.
You are my shore, my protector, my land.
Even the hope of seeing your sparkling like crystals, salty eyes
makes the journey around this stormy sea pleasant.
Gives it purpose.
Even if I crumbled, my letters got destroyed from the wicked waves;
Will you pick me up, take care of me, adore my wrinkled looks?
Eleonora Anakieva
Written by
Eleonora Anakieva  16/F
(16/F)   
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