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Poetry.


Life isn’t poetry,

But our hands lock together

Like puzzle pieces

And our hearts intertwine

Like vines on a fence.

We’ll never be as perfect

As our words

On those late nights,

But we can sure as hell try.

I know I love you

More than life itself.

You are the best

I have ever known

And that gift

Lightens my life.

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