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FICKLE

Fickle is a thing called love

Its fleeting

Its brief

Its deep

Its passionate

Its lasts only a moment

Or lasts a lifetime

Or is it us that’s fickle with love

Self doubt

Confused thoughts

So many questions

So few answers

These last only a moment

Or can last a lifetime

Fickle is a thing called love

Or is it us that’s fickle with love ??

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mary-stanworth
English
Published
Apr 28, 2012
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