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Jul 2014
You
My thoughts always drift,
To adventure, to wonder.
Leaves astride winds of curiosity.
But always back to you

My world may pull,
Ships of fate set sail.
For sad and in ease,
Always back to you.

A language of the soul.
My heart always beats,
To a rhythm that says
I miss.
And my lips whisper,
You.
Dire
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Dire
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     Lior Gavra and Ahmad Cox
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