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Nov 2011
I thought I understood what love was
and in that false understanding
I chose not to believe

I was too young and foolish to fully grasp
the breathtaking, heart-racing way
love grips every piece of you

and though you are spinning,
tumbling and plunging down
if feels like blissful floating
with surreal, giddy disbelief
accompanied by an unyielding hope

I guess that's the scary thing about falling:
Sooner or later the falling stops
and with no warning, you land
Written by
Shelby Marier
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