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I Really Do


My words were letters

But now are defined.

My life has been crude

and now is refined.

 

Locked in a cage

were those three words.

They took to the air

Like bloodless dove birds.

 

I searched for them

my whole life through, 

now hand on heart

I love you too. 

 

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