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Sep 2014
I stood at the top of the bridge, beneath the moon!
As she walked away
Watching the wavy stream!
“What about our love?”:I cried!
She briefly smirked: “What is love?”:
“Merely a dream": The stream whispered!
Esfoni
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Esfoni  USA
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