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Untitled -- 5.15.2010
Love is so blind and deft,
for sum is alive to others is dead,
it’s warm but also cold,
most of the time just blind fold,
many things go by,
not able to see to with a naked eye,
more and more deep you go into it,
the more it blocks reality; your cerebrum gets affected by it,
wanting to believe it,
in a confuse stage, you’ll find your self denying it,
inside the strongest muscle in your structure believing,
the phrases you been receiving.
