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Love
Is not a bloom
To be cultivated
And cut when in flower

Love
Is not a song
Heard dancing down
From a radio

Love
Is not fruit
To be plucked, ripe
From a high branch

Our love
Is not

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This is my blog, with spelling mistakes, typos and a random approach to punctuation. Critiscm accepted, constructive feedback much appreciated. Please comment.
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