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Mar 2016
and i have returned to love,
love with its palpitations and
endless trepidations, to love
and for love and by love,
to love for the dove above,
returned to mine heart
that i so cruelly denied,
that left with the passing stars.
i'm in love
probably
sort of.

i'm an idiot, yeah.
Written by
Al
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