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Apr 2014
I am a torn up sail,
having facedΒ Β hurricanes wrath.
You looked upon me like God's gift,
despite inside me being a rift.
Not one to turn from a dare,
you made me able to catch air.
Sewing and fixing like a grandmother would,
you put me together in a day or two,
I never thought that anyone could,
I guess I just needed you.
MST
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MST  Leipzig
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