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This empty page is fucking taunting me. So, I'm gonna fill it with a poem, you fuckers.

Sometimes love
Presents as a lone dandelion
Blooming amidst a morass
Of trash and antifreeze
And some people
Would just pull up that weed
And discard it to the wind
As nothing
But an instrument
To make a wish with
Sometimes love is consummated
Over a cup of coffee
In a chipped cup
In a diner
At three am
And that love
Is as precious and wonderful
As dinner at a five star restaurant
Because maybe beauty
Is in the eye of the beholder
And sometimes coffee
Cements the love of two good people
As well as a good chardonnay

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