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Aug 2015
that is your problem
You love too much
You care too much
You don't realize that you cannot force feelings from stones
Nor can you  make the heart of another beat
As does your own
That is your problem
And that is why you are always left to mourn the broken heart
That beats under your breast.
Priscilla K
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Priscilla K  NC
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