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5d
As exasperating as it sounds,
I know of love that merely hounds.
It breaches you, unshorn,
It tails you, worn.
It sits within the fists,
It masters all your glee,
It longs to drag you to your knee.
Written by
Moo  18/F
(18/F)   
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