I never knew how something fragile
And beautiful
could exhaust itself before me,
Or how even the immaculate have flaws;
I should have realized by now
That love was selfish and imperceptive,
But guided by an easy craze
young love is
To have that simple feeling,
Which provokes and disdains all others.
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