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Where in fact does love reside?
In the head? The Heart? Or between the thighs?
Love is a word unlike any other
It can bring happiness or despair
The functions of the mind and logic
It seems to simply impair
The usage of the word is surely transformational
It can make a woman do things she really shouldn't
It can make dreams appear to be reality
But the true reality lies where love is said to reside
In pure imagination
Coming with the sun and disappearing into the nights sky
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