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Aug 2010
I see where I fit,
As a leave among sticks,
And you, the soil
Giving way to the Sun.

Turn my color adaptation.
You, the brilliant rose variation.
Ever spinning, till our meetspokes find,
"We're the One."
Keith Ren
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Keith Ren
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