Teenage Eyes

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Maybe i am too young to fathom fully the fundaments of love's true sentiments,
but;
Every time i think of us, my conscious clears of all past ailments,
Too refreshing the comfort of your existence ripples my soul, reverberates through my bones, soothing crinkles on my desire,
If this feeling i behoove is not love,
Then i don't want any love.

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