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Apr 2014
Slow we paddle through the starlit highway,
To a place where we must go.

Though your hope is
tattered, and plundered
Love will be the mitigating factor,

When all your embers die out,and you can't resurrect
Love will be spark that you need to enflame your heart

Though the raging storms
invade and
destroy your world
Love will be the echo in your ears,

When you are sinking and
can't breathe
Love will be siren that
calls upon you out of your
darkest waters

To a place where we
must go.

My love will be there still
purple orchid
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purple orchid  South Africa
(South Africa)   
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