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Jul 2013
Sending bottles overseas:

one full of oxygen
for your lungs

another plenty of warmth
for your heart

a third one filled with light
for your mind

a last one unnamed
to play the joker

I'm just a genie
constrained in a bottle
who fell for you.
RoDin
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