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Jul 2014
There was a star I wished on when I found the chance
Remembering the motionless dance.
The same glare shone, even if they came true
Who knew?
In one world or another
I’m sure I’m back with you.
Embrace the extreme heat, the numbing cold.
For if we couldn’t feel, what would we hold?
To slap our backs and charge our souls.
Peeka
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Peeka  24/F/CA
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