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Love
Love is a rose when it's still a bud
It wilts; it deteriorates
It's a day of sunrise
Or a day of sunset
It is noon of the day
When it's hot
It is a promise you expect
To give and receive
But without its symbiosis,
It becomes a-feet
It becomes a knife
It becomes a gun
It kills
poem
by
Efren Petalver Carranza
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