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Jul 2022
freedom comes in many forms
for him it was the swishing sound of the bicycle wheels when riding along the beach through the morning breeze
he pedalled all along the bay freeing his soul when waves crashed on the shore
all he took with him was my name rhyming with the crunching sand
love comes in many different forms
Written by
zozek
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