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Is love what we make it out to be              when we cling to it out of desperation      fall all over it in forgetfulness           drink too deeply and grow drunk on its richness          brass is the heart that is mistaken for gold                   functional but misleading Is love what we want it to be       when we ache in      fond recollection
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Oct 1, 2011
Oct 1, 2011 at 9:17 PM UTC
Loping Along
Is love what we make it out to be              when we cling to it out of desperation      fall all over it in forgetfulness           drink too deeply and grow drunk on its richness          brass is the heart that is mistaken for gold                   functional but misleading Is love what we want it to be       when we ache in      fond recollection
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Oct 1, 2011
Oct 1, 2011 at 9:17 PM UTC
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