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6d
If I were a bird
You would be my nest.

You are the bed
When I need rest.

My ears had heard
But now my eyes see.

I come to know the depth
Of what you mean to me,

Life and love, and breath.
S R Mats
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S R Mats  F/Houston, TX
(F/Houston, TX)   
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