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A placid lake,
A half empty bottle and I take,
I can come back to dwell down there.
Where the sunset is reflected to mistake.

To your calm, short letter back.
To your sensible solutions about Italian not spoken great.
A nerf shot in disarray.
Reaching target without pain.
My friend, kilometres away.

You understand what's like.


low angle photography of brown wooden dock at golden house
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