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Nov 2018
****** to True love.
My understanding of it isn't the highest of most from above.

But I know a bit. Just say it were enough.
With the baby steps I'm taking wishing to pass the crawling phases for the ground feels TOO ruff.

This is my first time, I'm just so scared of the pain to come.
Scared of falling too deep that I can't get back up to add it up all by a sum.

Commitment and loyalty is all I ask for,
When we bound TOGETHER by the flex and ring.
Bleeding our very love through my pores.

Just scared when that will come to be.
Could it be too soon or late. When the days of I have become of days of WE.

I'm just the ****** to true Love.
Odd Odyssey Poet
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Odd Odyssey Poet  26/M/Zimbabwe
(26/M/Zimbabwe)   
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