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Feb 2016
Love is but a rose,
Beautiful for a moment. then wilted in the next.

Love comes like lightning,
then leaves just as quick.

Love is reachable,
yet seems so out of reach.

Love is like the ultimate goal,
that can never be substantial.

Love is obscene.
Happy ( early ) Valentines Day!
Written by
Angel  Chicago
(Chicago)   
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