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Elusive IILove is like a silent,swirling phantom, that haunts the longing heart. It is a grey mist covering the soul, that cannot be easily grasped. Love is an elusive thing, that few are meant to know. But when captured by the heart, is a joyous and sweet feeling indeed. Donavon Scott Vinson Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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