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Jan 2015
You only have eyes for him
He's only ever loved you
You fight,Β Β scream,Β Β don't talk
He leaves or you do
But never for good
Twenty years and two children
Love still burns bright and wild
Behind their eyes
You can see it
In the way they speak
And look at each other
The kind of love that lasts
The kind I can only hope for
A poem to my parents
DustBall
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