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Simple, pale soldier,
in your watery grave
My lovely Nave,
growing deathly colder

Loving my heart,
with lapping tongues
Stealing breath from my lungs,
sinking lower only in part
Lovely Lake,
gentle, dreamy blue
The one and only true,
ending to my make

7/2/02
©Hannahlore Starr
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