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| simile | |
| an ocean, you said, | |
| is like sadness: | |
| waves gathering | |
| restlessly rushing its shores | |
| the sand weeps its presence | |
| it leaves for a time | |
| yet always returns -- | |
| So should the taste of the tear | |
| on your face when I kissed you | |
| surprise me? | |
| © Jon Bohrn (1998) | |
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