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Mar 2019
I am here.
Sitting on the warm sand,
while the summer breeze
blows on my face.
I look at the sea's waves
wishing that I could be
just a small drop of salted
water.
A drop which would travel
slowly from the sea's lap
through the ocean and
would get right next to
you.
And then just like a
mermaid casted out of a
fairy tale, I would rise from
the ocean's deep embrace
and transform into the
woman, who you crave to
hold in your arms.
Your unique love.
Your special muse...
Leo Janowick
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Leo Janowick  73/M/Pomona, California
(73/M/Pomona, California)   
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