If i have ever left you unsatisfied
would you remember that the ocean
was your love and my love to deep
to keep and sleeping there by your side.
I know, Sorrow is not that a memory
and Memories are not of, your sorrow
that you weep, instead, I know again
in each dropp of water, when it rains.
s.t.
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