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Aug 1
the Sun comes down and shares my table
touches my hands, warmth, on cold skin
it is a star I remind myself in some ones sky
some one far across the Universe some one-
I will never meet this side of eternity-
but if they exist, good chance they do,
Heaven will be all the more wonderful.
Written by
nivek
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