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Through my thicks, through me thins;
On my springs, on my ruins;
When I kissed, when I teared;
How I loved, how I feared;
Of my joys, of my aches;
On my innocence, on my mistakes;
How I relish, how I resign;
What I disguise, what I define;
For when I speak in no words;
Or when I let down all of my guards;
At times I long the long gone;
The nights when I'm least strong;
The only witness of my soul,
IT, be the finest mate of all
48 Launches
Part of the Poetry collection
Published on June 10, 2018
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