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5d
For the 8 year old me, love was
A secret between my mom and dad
It was all about becoming one of them
For the 18 year old me,
It is a nightmare
No one would know what it is
It remains a mystery.
The 18 year olds i see make love for fun
For the 60 year old me,
It's peace
It's my home
It's a place in those hands
WhereΒ i can leap and die
Reveria
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Reveria  F
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