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Jan 2017
All of these complex things
Seen as a puzzle
I try to make up my mind
Most know my struggle

But what is a young man supposed to do
When love is a mystery
My mind and heart call truce

My mind speaks, and says to not abandon
But my heart is pounding, echoing like a canon

my mind fights back and tries to rebuttal
The effort goes unnoticed, seems so subtle
BPoplin
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BPoplin  Oklahoma
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