Love

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I say it with a sparkle in my eye and a small smirk

Sometimes I say it out of being polite, even when I don't mean it

I don't say it enough,

yet I say it too much

Taboo yet so, unforeign

Holds a place in my heart, yet it could easily be absent at times

It's actually my nickname ironically.

My mother's is precious.

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