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this is the less depresing poem I have as of 03/16/06

Blinded by love, as souls embed amoung one another; love seen embodied in a women; the first act is a gallant act for most; Hiding itself, later to be found; It's loss giving a sense of relinquish, later reminisced of; It's complications never to be solved,the foolish acts to be acted again.