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Love, let it kill me dancing to thrill me love, let it break mending only to take love, get what you want At home, inside my arms love, do not be alarmed when you grow bored of my charm.

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estherstafford

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Written by

estherstafford

Published

Oct 4, 2016

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Notes: The irony of love is that often we use it as a form of taking, when it is actually a word of giving.
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