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the subject is phobias-

Your fear of love is obvious,

locked down entrances to your heart,

we slip what we can through the mail slot,

look for carelessly unguarded windows.

Somehow, we always find a way in.

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Cash may be crash, but donations warm the heart...and the hearth

mu·tu·al

1.(of a feeling or action) experienced or done by each of two or more parties toward the other or others.

2.held in common by two or more parties

par·a·dox

1.something (such as a situation) that is made up of two opposite things and that seems impossible but is actually true or possible

2. someone who does two things that seem to be opposite to each other or who has qualities that are opposite

3. a statement that seems to say two opposite things but that may be true

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