whatever it is that love means
it's surely not measured by
the fear of loss
or calculated cost
to carry the zeros in your soul
to pretend she can fill that hole
to save the truth for another day
you let yourself get carried away
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Noah Malice (
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Very good! Have a Happy Holiday and Stay Safe
Thank you Jerry, happy holidays to you too
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