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Dear Sir,

No matter how close or far
Ill-cause of me, or who you are
Through rusty seasons
Past the peak of reason
Of right and wrong
These feelings held on
They speak of a divine tie
Incomprehensible to the naked eye
And in all its imperfection,
Insecurities and predicaments
Consequence
All lost in your eyes
A fervent pool that never dries 

As on 04/07/10.
Just because it's the only thing i wrote. And because i want to remember it like this.

Yours affectionately,

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