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Sep 2015
Love is that feel
Which you hold,
For your parents,
For your sibling,
For your partner,
For your buddy,
All these loves
Have the same base
Of deepest care.
That's why the,
Thought of loss,
Of any of them,
Drop you in deepest,
Pricking pain.
Written by
Prathibha Pradosh
345
   Doug Potter
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