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Jul 2014
I haven't seen dry land for weeks
So long the water speaks to me
The salt has dried upon my cheeks
As I drift along this wretched sea
Your waves come crashing over me.
Harry
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Harry  M/Gloucester UK
(M/Gloucester UK)   
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