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Love
Is an ocean I fall in
Without a tail to swim,
Without a trail to follow.
At times,
It’s a dream;
A strange volcano
Goi..
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Do not give me flowers
My hands are too rough,
The petals, too soft.
Do not give me flowers.
Capped is my vase,
Sealed, rusty, old...
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