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Tuesday, May 24, 2011

If You Love Me...

Take me
Or
Leave me


Do not play games
Coaxing my heart out
Of its winter wonderland
Only to abandon it soon thereafter


If you love me
Do not keep me
Simply,
Let me go


Fly away
To retreat back into my icy fortress
And stay there, completely


Utterly
Alone
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