Words

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Words

Maybe I can promise one thing,

not kisses under every rain,
not walks on every road lane.

Not petal and thorns,
not poems and songs.

Not steel and stones,
not skin and bones.

But words
that if it's not you in the end,
then maybe
I don't want to love again.

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