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Love contains none of its mistakes as fakes,
to be left still all undone in you.
A mistake is only an illusion of fear still near,
being held all too dear in your rear to appear.

A mistake is nothing but yourself allowing,
the learning of love to all now but disappear.
Create a mistake within your silence.
Allow the empty truth of love to still adhere.

Allow a mistake to sit on top of your love.

It's proof of your truth being still in its youth.
Created mistakes of nothing,
are still something within love's truth booth.

Love residing in nothing but real love,
allows mistakes their stinging soft shove.
Mistakes live on in illusion concealed.
Appearing real to appeal as they're dealed.

Mistakes are completely real only in the mistaken.
They are nothing really real. They're only faking.
Analysing mistakes brings no knowledge or edge.
In your seclusion you feel too unreal on your ledge.

Experience is a mistake now all fully learned from.
It ceases to be a mistake when now seen a has-been.
Love creates mistakes only to be tripped over by you.
Mistakes have nothing else to do with you left unseen.

Love's mistakes are only your own mistakes to takes,
when you don't see all the love all still coming to you.
Learn from love and allow your mistakes, as it remakes.
A mistake is love's stake in you, shaking you all through.

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