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First Love
poems

To me loving you
Is like breathing
If I stop
It’ll hurt like teething...
Hearing your voice again
Was like learning to fly
Hearing your voice again
Brought a tear to my eye...
I knew this was coming
I should have been prepared
I’m sorry I crowed you
I’m sorry I mad you scared...
If there be any curse worth of mention
It would be when I found my first love
It is a curse because I kept clinging to her
When I sought to let go and never see her again...
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