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Ambiguous syntax

of an unrequited heart,

the world builds barriers

that bury the concept of love

in such treacherous canyons.

We see pseudo-love around us always.

Financial love. Lustful love. Convenient love.

What shadows the definition lurks in now.

Are we meant for love at all? Built for

individuality, are we casting empty nets?

Letting learned processes guide our

choosing. Somewhere Lucy waits.

So longingly ambiguous.

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