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Nov 2014
What is that I see?
Something from afar
I went out to reach it
My savior, at last you've come!

A gentle touch on the arm,
all the memories came before me.
Eternal peace I sought
I found when you came along.
when depressed...  a way to end it all :/

© Cyrille Octaviano, 2014
Cyrille Octaviano
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