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LOVE
Love has always
ben an illusive
Thing
Never there when
she needed it…
wanted it…
desired…
It chased her when
she least expected it…
Blindsided her over
and over
Never to be real…
True…
That facade…
that mask of the
real thing always
teasing…
Just out of reach
Only to bring her
Deceit…
Heartache…
with every visit
Toying with her life
and
Creating a consummate
cynic where Love was
concerned
Always hoping…
yet…
Never expecting…
Love
© 2013 Annie Original Poetry
Always…I wish you peace, joy and happiness, but most of all I wish you Love.
As Ever, Annie
ANNIE'S MUSE 
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