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What is this thing called
This thing that keeps my cheekes raised high
This urge and feelig I get when I walk past another human sole
This feeling so passionet and just lusting for affection
This thing This thing
Its like a drug and that affection is my antidose
What is this thing called
I believe this thing is called love

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A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.