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Aug 2016
Love is such a fickle thing
Starts and ends in a split second
You'll never know if it will last.

Love is fragile as a newborn child
The slightest blemish equals destruction

True love is rare in a world of lust.
Written by
Charlie  27/M/England
(27/M/England)   
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