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Jun 2011
You say
           You don't
                       Know what
                                       Love is.
                         Maybe I don't
                  Either.
     But when
You say my name.
                                               I have an Idea
                                                         of what it means.
                                                                   To care about someone
                                                                          So much, that when you
                                                                                Go to sleep, they are in
                                                                                      your dreams, and when
                                                                                         you wake up, they are
                                                                                      in your head. When you
                                                                                     kiss, you don't see sparks,
                                                                                 You see images of the future
                                                                             You want to have with them.
                                                                          And if that's not love
                                                                       Then I don't want love, because
                                                                    this is best feeling I've ever felt.
Portland Grace
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Portland Grace  23/F
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