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Dec 2020
my love is on the mountain,

my love is in the trees.

my love is bound by nothing,

not even violent seas.

to my love,

the sun is just a ball of string,

like my soul, it's pulled,

and then released.
Written by
charles  29/M
(29/M)   
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   Samantha and vb
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