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Feelings

 Feelings come and feelings go.

Red as hellfire, white at snow.

Black as mourning, blue as rain.

Orange, sweet like marmalade.


Feelings come and feelings go.

But love is not a feeling, so

Love is built with brick and stone.

Like poured concrete, love feels like home.

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