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May 2014
Will
the magic,
the tenderness,
the caring
still be there
when next
we meet again?

Has
too much
damage
been done
to this heart
of mine
to let me love
freely--
as in the past?

I think
this time
I will
venture
slowly
into this
relationship
called Love.
I will
remain alert
and wary
for any signs
of wear--
and if in fact
I find
that my heart
cannot be
repaired
then
I will
transplant
myself
into a state
of unviewed
emotions
and vow
to never again
fall for this
journey
we call Love.
I wish we could speak to each other. Lord knows that ain't happening.
themotionless
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   Devon Webb, Ady and ---
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