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Oct 2018
Real love goes beyond the bounds of outward desire
It supersedes the limits of feeling, emotions, and compliance with the heart
It knows not of the wastelands of pain, crusted over with senses of false trust
And security built upon foundations of lust fall to the ground because it is not real love
terminally alive
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     Rick, Fawn and harmony crescent
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