The much needed love,
Never satisfied me,
Till I met you.
You were so cute.
I said ouch,
No more hurt.
Much too much longing.
Much not needed.
If love was here all the time,
Then maybe I'd start getting the meaning.
But you see, it changes directions,
So it doesn't satisfy me.
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