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Oct 2016
Love is precious,
She admits it,
But every time she gave a man her love,
She regrets it.
As she lets them take a tour,
Of her art,
That's when she felt it,
Lost of control,
The distraction,
Only her work of art,
Gave them the attention.

To be continued ...
Marie Love
Written by
Marie Love  Ocean State
(Ocean State)   
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