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You can shout... detest, abhor and loathe everything we ever had. I shall listen and caress, like every violent tide is, by the shore sand. Because I understand your turbulence, your calm, your patience and alarm Because at the end of the day, the sea, the tide and me, are meant to be... Because I know, not think, not believe, not hope, I know we are meant to be...
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Oct 31, 2015
Oct 31, 2015 at 2:45 PM UTC
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You can shout... detest, abhor and loathe everything we ever had. I shall listen and caress, like every violent tide is, by the shore sand. Because I understand your turbulence, your calm, your patience and alarm Because at the end of the day, the sea, the tide and me, are meant to be... Because I know, not think, not believe, not hope, I know we are meant to be...
Reading poems online is great, but I think we can meet up and listen to poems in poet's voice and sense those raw emotions. Ping me if interested.
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Oct 31, 2015
Oct 31, 2015 at 2:45 PM UTC
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