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Poetry

My Love

You taught me to love
Flowers dried up from the sun
The smell of perfume priced at eighty-one
Music with a different tune
The stars and the moon
People of different kinds
And with unique minds
A different shade of red
A shared bed
But most importantly
Me
You with me
Who I was meant to be

 

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