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Today,     I almost wrote you close my words.. became the waves I let the poem drift in me. Swept onto a water-hearth like phantom jewels of ice I felt my letters, melting time yet holding back.. in fear. Perhaps, dear ghost             you'll find them to be read.. in a hundred years 

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