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Love
Makes us write poems and sculpt marble though inner strength
Makes us knee bend
Makes us difficult to reply to that work email
Because the mind is not free, it is in jail
That jail is a rose prison, with red flowers and hitting thorns
And you received both the keys and the warns
But still, that’s where you want to be.
Tuesday 26th November 2019 3:12 pm
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