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non-zero

Are you sweet?
I hope not.
As with teeth,
Sweet means rot.

Are you mine?
What a thought.
As if life
Could be bought.

Are we us?
I hope so.
One one plus
Beats zero.

This entry was posted by dalek on Tuesday, April 1st, 2008 at 1:08 am and is filed under love poem, Romance.

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