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Jul 2021
My memories
are carried by the southern breeze
across the oceans
to the one I long for.
Our goodbyes wonder endlessly
on foreign shores and
I can still hear your whispers
drift through the
darkest of nights.
Mitch Prax
Written by
Mitch Prax  32/M/Australia
(32/M/Australia)   
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