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Thursday, June 30, 2011 8:25 AM
What am I to you,
If not more than a face in the sea,
do my words reach and touch you, like how I planned?
I can't help but ponder,
Wonder, my true placing.
I can't help but try,
But if I don't mean no nothing,
I'll disappear, a thorn out of your flesh.
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