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Feb 2019
Love is fleeting,
Death is forever,
Life is a dying flower,
That blooms and wilts together,

Hate is a burning passion,
That faults a dying breath,
But love is a flying heart,
That stays until your death,

Fear is an obstacle,
That stops your every move,
But love is a shining mirror,
That whispers to the past.
Written by
Ian Fineman  17/M/Fulton MO
(17/M/Fulton MO)   
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