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Gold Purse
Am I lucky or am I cursed? Words flow as gold from a purse. Words spin around like empty sounds True happiness never seems to abound. Search forever, seek to find Passionate love and a soul of kind Words like blossoms tumbling to the ground Soon to scatter without a sound. Why does one search to complete Feelings so incomplete. Search forever , seek to find One's longing soul and mind.
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