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Feb 2011
I feel that I am a false lover
whose hands were not made
to cradle broken promises
and love shared as a theory,
an ironic arguement as to why
I find myself still here.

I fear the fatality of my position,
perhaps that is the cure
to this romantic disease;
the feeling of loss too great
to bear for a fourth time
despite the discontent lingering.
Lauren Ashley
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