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Apr 2016
Love, what the ****?
Am I only the fool who has no clue
What it truly is?
Is it forever being with someone
Knowing the flaws of that person
And still want to be with him or her?
I'm not for love, it burns like the sun
I have cared for and thought I was in love
But it was only a myth, a dream of a dream
I can only hope for it one day but the chances
Are it will never find a madman like me.
james arthur powell
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james arthur powell  44/M/Dubois, Pa
(44/M/Dubois, Pa)   
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