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but even love changes

it always changes, things just do

love fluctuates

love jumps

love twirls then races

love laughs, and hides and screams

love sleeps

sometimes, love leaves

and that’s the truth

but if we still make love blink even twice in that creaking door, love is ours

love is there to break, to hold to seek

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