Love - Forever or Bust (Poem)
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This is a poem, not a story - inspired by my own hard won experience with love. It suddenly started to write itself in my head while I was washing dishes, and next thing I know, in about twenty or thirty minutes or so, this was the result. I hope you enjoy it.
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