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May 2012
Prove me wrong
Explain how love
Can work out for us

Force me to believe
In the hopeless cause
That I call myself

Tickle these fantasies
Of a mysterious perfection
They told me
I would never obtain

And please understand
What you do to my brain
Reversing what I believed was truth.  

And just realize,
Iā€™m the luckiest person, in the world
All because I have you.
Kate-Lynn Walsh
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