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Love

Love in its most direct course finds its familiar
breeding grounds
Upon the toils of a grieving heart.
To be so willing in itself to render the
most purest in its folds.
In the warmest embrace behold
to define its innocence upon the grove
fits perfectly like a glove
amiss the troves of an unwarranted flaws.
Love cannot be quantified.

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