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Poem Number 717
Love is just a four letter word that has no real meaning
love is just a word out of the dictionary
Love destroys beings physically and mentally
love floats on the wind waiting to be inticed to stay
love endures in the farthest mountains of lonely middle aged goddeses hearts
love passes by those stone faced frozen soul casualitys whos beauty weans in time
like a picked flower on a late summer day.
love infects the mind and kills the soul
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