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Feb 2019
To me love is,
Mysterious like the statues in Louvre,
Sweet like the chocolate factory in Roald Dahl's book,
Warm like the idea of having a cup of hot chocolate in the coldest of days,
Yet it is painful like the burnt marks on my toasted bread.
Why do I keep falling in love with the wrong person?
Rose Everest
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Rose Everest  16/F
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