Diamonds
By MrRee
Wed, 03 Dec 2008
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I'm sat here waiting
In the viscosity of time
Just treading water
No rhythm nor rhyme
Picking up diamonds
On a deserted island beach
In case I get rescued
In case there's a niche
In your life if I can
Fit in and become part
Of your future life plans
Keeper of your heart
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