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Aug 2017
I love not gently,
subtle my heart is not.
Aggressive
Unwielding
a force,
but not a storm.
[it does not pass]
Spring, declining to wither,
as winter settles in our bones.
Vintage in nature,
but too fragile to be traded
between hearts & possibility.
Melody Martin
Written by
Melody Martin  Wooster, Ohio
(Wooster, Ohio)   
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