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The Contract (2nd draft) (Free verse) by scitz

Love is the asterisk, Blotted in bold next to the small print, Love is force majeure, the lack of gravity that makes you sink. It's a contract, There is no going back, Sign upon the dotted line, 'X' marks the spot where you will be mine. Love is the blemish of a hopeless romantic, That blows us off course as we await intransit, Its as dubious as religion, We believe in fate, Like we believe a politician. Love is the discarded remnants of our insecurity, If love is truly blind, Then I believe there's more to see, more to find, and i leave behind, Infinity

Mr Pig (again) 17-Jun-03/11:07 AM
Shorten my boy and end it at the line of the politician. You are spending far too much time on the loo and I do hope you have learned to put the seat down now. 8




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