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Lynn Stillman Jul 31
Love will disappear.
Belongs in a magic shop.
With vanishing ink.
Lynn Stillman Jul 30
Love should always be.
A feeling that sets you free.
Yet I've chains on me.
Lynn Stillman Jul 30
I wish I could fly,
then I'd have a birds eye view,
of all my hindsight.
Lynn Stillman Jul 30
Was it love I felt
Or just infatuation.
When first I saw you.
Lynn Stillman Jul 30
Nothing against love,
I just need my solitude.
Time away from you.
Lynn Stillman Jul 30
You play games with love.
Deal the cards and roll the dice.
Someday you'll think twice.
Lynn Stillman Jul 30
Black and white photos.
All the clothes frozen in time.
Will soon be brought back.
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