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Love Game

Garrett

The beats of a heart in your hand.
You chose this. 
so I'm forced to understand.

Love cant be described.
From geniuses, or from the bible, inscribed.
Only knowing the emotions that inflict me.
Sometimes throwing me in a path that kills, depress-ins,
Or even contradicts me.
No, love cant be described.

It isn't happy,
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