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By mmPoems Posted in 2014, Poems Leave a reply

Whirling around,
like the wind;
this was me,
before I found you.
Looking for meaning,
looking for something;
looking for you.
Now I have it,
I have it all;
I have all my dreams,
I have all of you.

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