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What is it in the air that makes me want to do something with “love”?

I have love - to somebody, from somebody - But why I feel the V-day has nothing to do with me?

I heard love songs over the radio, I smelled love message spreading among words, I heard bus driver saying”Happy Valentine” to passenger, I spotted pink and red here and there…

And for a moment, I sit quietly in front of my hotmail –I search and serach, for a name that seems near and dear…

Nothing but tear…

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