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Oh how cruel it is.

To hold inside your heart that kernel of love.

Your mind twists and turns,

Feels umbelieveable pains and labours.

All for that person.

That face that you wish upon your lips.

Those hips against your hips.

You wait for that love like no-other.

It's warmth flooding your belly.

Life has begun.

The End

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