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What Kind Of Love Is It-
I was 'in love'
with my first

So far
the only

But this life
can be cruel
with sickness.

But love is
a thing that
takes many forms.

mother, father,
brothers and sisters.

Now I think
sometimes I'll
Never be 'in love' again.

By SandraVeinot

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