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Feb 2016
One day out of over three hundred sixty-five...
It is that way because on one day we leap
Over any inhibition that we had in mind,
Like the emotions suppressed and thoughts redacted.
We say and do things that make us think after,
“Wow, is that how I really acted?"
Do the words, “I love you," lose meaning
If they were never said explicitly before?
No, but once you do say the phrase,
Mean it, because love is a more
Than a two way street.
It should not be physical action
That makes a someone like a slab of meat
To be sought after, then devoured.
Think about it, as you share your heart with someone;
Think about it, this very hour.
Love is in the air they say,
But please do not let it be
For only one day.
2:45 AM - 3:21 AM, 2/14/16
Gaius Normanyo
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Gaius Normanyo  21/M/Florida
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