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Sunday, April 15, 2018
Loving Like an Adolescent
Adults fall in love all the time,
Fall into perdition,
Burn their houses over their heads,
Drink themselves insane.
In my adolescent moods,
The petals I have plucked drift away,
And I ask only that you smile at me.
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