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My Lifeboat
The whirlpools of loneliness
were pulling me down,
you were my lifeboat.
With all my effort,
I forced myself
to push towards you.
Your kisses, your smiles
your touch saved me
from my lonely life.
Tuesday 22nd November 2011 11:15 pm

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