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Love paradox
It seems pre-destined
That my canoe should
never make it across
Your river of love
Getting always sucked in
At the vortex in its middle
Only to resurrect itself
As a triumphant memory
Or as a likeable defeat
Left floating all over you
As clouds bearing the rains
That sustain your flow
That should pour over you
But never to win over you
But ever wins you over.
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