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Poetry

Types of Love

At first I loved

To be loved in return;

And when they didn’t

I became taciturn.

Then I loved

With no hope of return;

A self indulgent

Pointless yearn.

But now I love

Without need of return.

As there’s a purer

Love to learn.

The love we are

Fed by media’s churn.

Is hollow, unreal

And we should spurn.

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