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Thursday, May 30, 2019
Love that remains a noun
Love that remains a noun
A rock that never moves
Stuck in a Zen Garden
With stagnant rings and grooves
So it is left in peace
No hands, no eyes, no hearts
Where there is no courage
No Life can grow from starts
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