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My ocean is losing its weight
losing its depth and sand Which cruel ground thats under my feet.. does not allow us to meet You would think this book talks about love, it is not
It is about the other The other you want to be in love with That you are probably in love with The other who is here but not with you That is there but not there for you Water flow with tastes unknown, yet fulfilling , My being of you..is still beating with thirst....
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