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Jan 2015
What is the price of love when
All you get is ***
You think it's right and worth it
And that you love them
But it's not right
He's not the one
Neither is she
Why do we 'make love'
When the love should already be there
We call it this in hopes of connecting love and ***
But love is not that, it is made over years not minutes
DustBall
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