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Jan 2011
My beloved
how I miss you so,
the gentle fall and rise of your chest
the sweet laughter from your eyes.

Like a bird with no wings
I am grounded
stumbling on a pebbled sidewalk
of forgotton memories and regrets.

Come back to me my beloved
stumble with me on this pebbled sidewalk
and let us at least remain lost together.
Priya Patel
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Priya Patel  Texas
(Texas)   
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     Timothy and Priya Patel
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