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I wait for you still
where you drowned me years ago
at the pier of our love
return you must, be it just once
that bench awaits your touch..
there we sat counting stars
counting futures
with the sun in our eyes
and the blue skies above
when you wake from sleeping
trying not to think of me…
come to me, I will show you my scars.

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