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Poetry
Leave Some Love for Later
You might run out too soon
Feb 14, 2022
It’s sad to think of all the times
One’s first love is one’s last
The tender heart once broken
Becomes part of the past
For nevermore can love ascend
To such a dizzy height
As it can reach the first time out
Try hard though we might
So guard your hearts, my children
Don’t sell them for a song
A damaged heart’s a paltry gift
When the right one comes along
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