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if fears play out w/bitter lies
based solely on the past,
and memories are laced w/cries
to bring the former back;
if all my lost romantic wars
convince me of the curse
that I have not known love before,
then you could be the first.

by howard

May 15th, 2005

Posted in poetry

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