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Aug 2010
What if I'd, heard tales of the Sun,
But had never seen it rise?

What if I, had hoped for you,
But never met your eyes?

What if skipping stones found life,
And took cerulean skies.

What if,
In waiting,
Heartbeat's taming,
I found the Moon's light wise.
dark lessons
not lessens
Keith Ren
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