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Love is like iron. The surface can be rusted by time and trials. But the rub of a beloved can always reveal the core, pure and untouched by the moistn..
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Puff in the air
He saw the clouds,
like puffs of air.
His mind burdened,
By a puff lightened.
He drew a sigh,
A puff he sighed.
H..
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