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“Get home safe”

Love is in neither heart
nor soul; love is in the 
"be safe, drive slow."

Love is with your hand to hold;
love is in the way you're told
"text me first thing
when you get home."

Love is in the effects 
that come after;
love is something you 
just feel happening.

I don't know if this is love,
if it's bold of me
to make the suggestion; 
I don't know if my expression 
is enough.

Love me not for my spoken word,
love me for my greater purpose;
love me like I wasn't worthless.

By abdullahkinan

24, college student, cars, science, blah blah

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