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Oct 2014
They say love is never
How we imagine it to be
But I've grown tired
Of imagining love

It's a fleeting emotion
A speeding car
You never see it coming
Then it hits you

It'll leave you devastated
It'll leave you broken
But here, the bruises will heal
In love, the wounds won't

They say love is never
How we imagine it to be
It may be greater or worse
But it'll never be within the grasp of our understanding
Marie Francisco
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