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Jan 2013
There are mountains
with my inscriptions,
winds with my whispers,
waves with my past
reflected in their depths.
They are all you;
of you, for you;

an entire planet
that had once been
untarnished,
now covered with
inescapable meaning.

How will I ever forget you?
poem, poetry, prose, art, word,
Written by
Fotis Banis
494
   Laur S
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