I'm starting to think that maybe
Love doesn't belong in the sidewalk cracks
Maybe
Real love can't be found
In the same space
As something so artificial, so suffocating
As cement
I'm starting to think that maybe
Real love grows wild
Real love grows free
No cracks necessary
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Author:
SheWasTheSun (
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I found it behind the wallpaper in a bedsit i had many years ago. It was freaky but gentle on me. I was a virgin at the time.
Landladies can be so caring.
Real love is just there for all of us.
Andy
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