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I love many,
but none like this.
So much more than any,
do I crave his kiss.
Here I sit,
eyes only for you.
The love I feel,
more than true.
You want me to stay,
but the suns rays have gone.
A crest moon is here,
and a new day is born.
You don’t want me to go,
but push me away.
Left out in the cold,
all I can do it pray.
With my foot out the door,
you turn and grab me,
hold me in your arms,
It is that word that will stab she.
I love you.
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