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I love love
But love doesn’t love me
Many times
I have walked to love
But like a mirage
For the thirsty
In a desert
Love taunts me
I walk to it, weary, hopeful
But it gets farther and farther away.
But just like the thirsty
I’ll still walk on.
Maybe one day
I’ll get to the pot of gold.

Mable.

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