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Eric VandenBrink Sep 2015
How can one grow a plant,
And only water it when it's wilted?

How can one turn to love
Only when it is feeling guilted?

How can one change its ways
After years of growth stilted?

He must learn to overcome
Every obstacle, every day

Love should be respected
I feel I've only neglected
Eric VandenBrink Aug 2015
Never fear, never fear, my dear,
Our souls, already, to each adhere
Though the now may fill with fear
Never fear, never fear, my dear

Fear of loving, fear of past
Tears from someone coming fast
Passion and pain, life at last
No one said you could not cast...

.....another doubt into the mix
Hurry! Run!  He needs a fix
Magic, voodoo, sorcery tricks.

Never satisfied. But why?

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