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Tuesday, 7 June 2016

Poem: Thoughts over Wishing Wells

Random thoughts, thinking through 
What the strangers said. 
At which point did we cross the line, 
Becoming friends (or more)? 

At which point did the lines fade 
Between the black and the white? 
There we are, two strangers again, 
Tossing our coins into the same wishing well. 

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