Sense Of Identity
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Sense of identity
Has been lost,
See me here.
But no merger,
I am sure.
My love is pure,
Beyond doubt,
And here it is.
I mean to say
I am yours.
But who you are,
I am to know.
And here I am
With you, dear.
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