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Apr 2013
you may come to do or say something absentmindedly
that leaves a scar - a dark, chipped blemish on the porcelain white;
(but will you forgive it? Will you love it?
this is love.)

you may come to accept the past and future
as gifts which you cannot change or predict respectively
- and that hope is heavy like a second overflowing heart;
(but will you trust it? Will you love it?)
this is love.
Written by
Lauren  California
(California)   
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