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About This Poem
Sometimes love dies
I fell in love once and
ended up flat on my face
when I finally woke up
from that brutal blow
I didn't know which hurt
worse my face or my heart
feels like you reached right
into my chest with your hands and ripped
it into piece's those same
hands I use to love the touch of
I never thought I was going to
have to plan my life without you
involved in it this love thing
is a miserible ***** it might have
burnt out for you but for me
there's still not a day that
goes by that your not on my
mind, pathic as it is I know
that I'll always only love you
until my very end
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