Poem 12~

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true love.
it's like a masterpiece:
only found in a gallery.
many go and admire it
whilst others make their own.
we were in a gallery too
but someone cut us in half
and took you for themselves.
now i admire the other art
but stay away from your new display.

{G.M}

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