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Jan
03
1989

Never Known

by Stephen Messer

Never really having known,
Is not to have never really loved.

Never having love expressed
Is not to have never really loved.

Never having communicated,
Is not to have never really loved.

Never reaching old age,
Is not to have never really lived,
Nor to have ever really loved.






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