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your face
it is not beautiful

but nonetheless
your face
fills my mind

yet i think
of you everyday
in my mind

this love persists
i cannot explain somehow
this foolishness
of my dumb heart

i am in love to an ugliness
that i cannot explain

my brain is angry though
but nonetheless

it manages to fabricate
an explanation

to kill this love so true

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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