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I don’t really know what
love is , even ;
and , maybe , I never will ;
all I know is that ,
there are some smiles
you never get tired
of seeing ,
and there are smiles
that you never get tired
of smiling back ;
there are some hands
you never want to let go of ;
some eyes you never
want to stop reading ;
there are some absences
that hurt too much to ignore ;
and some presences
that just make your moment worthwhile
and alright .
But , I still don’t know
what love is ;
and maybe I never will .
But , I never want to know ;
because , sometimes ,
it is better to just keep discovering .
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into her phenakistoscope
Poetry«« when her life was at a halt , an illusion of motion was created and in her dreamlike state , her reality and her imagination met and gave her a blurred vision , her phantasmagoria took birth where her soul saw dreams of a...
