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Love


Love is the thing with flames.

That starts off with a spark, 

And ends with an explosion.

At first everything seems perfect-

And your world has completely changed forever.

And then tragedy strikes-

The flames become outraged

And the clouds of smoke consume

your mind.

The love you once deemed perfect-

Has now become nothing,

but a pileof ash . . .

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