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Jul 2019
If your heart is not for me, I'll love you all the same.
The feedback I've received is that my efforts are in vain.
Within me regarding you, there will always be a flame.
Yet I must continue growing, there is too much left to gain.
On any road that's traveled, less time with you means pain.
But if you're not convinced by now, I may never be your aim.
It's time to roll the dice and play, perhaps I'll win this game.
My wings grew back so I must fly, there's love out there to tame.
Written by
Nicholas Huber  29/M/Spokane
(29/M/Spokane)   
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