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Sep 2019
My heart sang tunes of joy,
my love bloomed like roses in the springtime.

What I felt was lake Constance near the Alps.
Constant and immense.

Your song was sorrowful,
you were a sharp icy winter, piercing and cruel.

What you sent my way was an avalanche;
my feelings - crushed.
carpediem
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carpediem  21/F/New Zealand.
(21/F/New Zealand.)   
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