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Love is:
walking through the park
holding hands,
kissing,
cuddling,
hugging,
great sex.

No that's just a fantasy.
But it's a great fantasy
of mine,
and one that doesn't
impose any stereotypes on anyone.

So I'll hang onto it.

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