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Love is like an illusion
Set aside to excite a situation
Would it be declined or given permission by appreciation?
It's endurance depends on it's conception
Where your treasure is
There lies your heart
It doesn't matter if it is
Wrong or right as a matter of fact
Love is a matter of being real
Sticking to your interest no matter the ordeal
Love is zero tolerance for nothingness
It settles for what it wants and nothing less
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Desperation Speaks
Poesía"... Never act as you like but think as you like - Never act as you think but think rather of thy act for the act...." [a collection of poems on DESPERATION]
