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Love visited me again.
Love came and pulled me out from my grave.
And swept me off my feet.
It came and opened the curtains , turning the lights on.
It came with lipstick-stained cigarettes and sounds of laughter.
Love came and hugged me just like how a child hugs her mother.
Love came with Mother's unforgiven touch.
Love came and didn't knock at my door.
Love came and broke it.

Love is you.
This poem is personal to me.

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