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Love my new birthday bike!!!(: #gonelikethewind

poetdreamer:

In the beginning there are smiles, giggles, and blushes. Love is cute; love is unspoiled; love is innocent. How much heartbreak later? How many sonnets to loneliness? We who write have spilled our blood know the phases too well.

In the beginning love is forever. Love holds no secrets, no shame,…