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Nov 2014
my breath...
   my past my future...
my sweet gasp when I am dying,
    my thought when I am alone.
My today and tomorrow,
    joy and sorrow,
my depth to where
   I search this world.
To find a need I need  in you.
   Like a starving child seeks nourishing,
Like the blind seeks light,
   I sought out you,
the purpose for me being .
wordvango
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