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Oct 2011
Is love what we make it out to be
             when we cling to it out of desperation
     fall all over it in forgetfulness
          drink too deeply and grow drunk on its richness
      
  brass is the heart that is mistaken for gold
                  functional but misleading

Is love what we want it to be
      when we ache in
                  fond recollection
Samuel
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Samuel  27/M/Fremont, CA
(27/M/Fremont, CA)   
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