The age of Mary Oliver

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How many of my lovers will look into my eyes and realize I am not the one for them? How many will walk away and leave me breathless and turn me cold? I have made a pact with myself to not let the wrong kind of love make me unkind. I have caught myself before my mouth speaks the words I cannot take back. I was once told hate is a strong word, but love is stronger. I will be kind! I will be kind? I will be kind!

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