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Jan 2016
Hopefully her hope will hold,
Surely she sees how strong she stands,
Unless she waits upon a man.

Will we wait while she wastes time,
'Til she's told that these thoughts trap her.
What is it she's really after?

Love.

Well that's no thing to search for;
love lingers, love lusts, love lasts but:

Love loves to surprise.
Rose Amberlyn
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