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I fall upon dust and brittle bone,
But whats this? there that of my own...
many find comfort in crimson,
I let them fall,
dost though love me?
if so make a sound,
you wish me to return it,
But love for me, i've never found,
hollow is this vessal for the soul,
Love hasn't found me,
and I've never cared to search.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Lenore Lee 30 October 2011

There's no reason to search for love because it just happens if you're searching or not. Pretty poem girl =)

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Jacqui Broad 29 October 2011

:) . Love usually happens when we're not searching, I think.

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