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Jun 2011
Love is a useless
and overused term.
It no longer carries the same weight
it used to.
Everybody loves everything.

I do not love you.

I want you more than
I want to wake up
tomorrow.

I need you more than
I need air to breathe,
or water to drink,
or anything for that matter.

I long for you
like
well god, I don't know.

I dream of you and I,
our bodies combine,
they were made for each other.

This ain't love,
it is more than that.
Ruby Flynn
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Ruby Flynn
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   lindsey ritz
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