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Another Love Poem
Many would spew their syrupy flair,
exclaiming that true love exists everywhere,
Yet, it is only in the minds of those who
perpetuate fairytales,
Because love hurts causing its victims to
grow weary and pale, love at its best may be
compared to fair summer days but it has some
peculiar ways,
It is unpredictable to a fault, it makes the heart
feel heavier than a vault, no one really understands
its reasons, it just exists......
Fiddling with unsuspecting believers.
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