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Oct 5
You're a ship and I'm a wreck-
Our love met a titanic end
Still, we'd sail around the terms
Of being close mates

Too see you again;
You can still claim a spot
By the window seat of my heart,
Gazing straight into my soul.
Odd Odyssey Poet
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Odd Odyssey Poet  25/M/Zimbabwe
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