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Jan 2011
This beautiful thing they call love
is nothing but a constant ache.

A pain that starts in your head
and retires in your heart
where it grows.

Thriving on memories
touches
laughs
looks
words

until it bursts
and your heart explodes
into millions of pieces.

Ruined.
This beautiful thing they call love,

kills you.
(c) Cassie Mae Writings 2007
Cassie Mae
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