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Apr 2016
It tastes as sweet as a good dream,
It feels as soft as a baby's skin,
Gramps once told me a story,
about Love.
Two young men fighting,
for Love.
They skipped the part about pain,
for love is self contained.
There's happiness, laughter
but there's also sadness, pain.
when I am grey I will tell the grandkids
about Love.
The good, and the bad.
Written by
Ellentelligence  Italy
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