Love
Love
It's about existence.
Just in time for hope.
Endless and uninterrupted.
it's scratching our hearts.
The dream of the cruel.
It doesn't matter what the subject is.
Heartbreaking.
My eyes close and my eyes open.
I think with names that hurt me.
It glorifies my anger.
With the taste that wants everything.
My eyes are watering and flowing from my eyes.
My tongue sticks to my palate.
I swallow but cannot speak.
My voice trembles if I speak.
I hear but I do not hear.
To the heart of our pain.
The bloating makes our stomachs shake.
He is surprised by his birth.
It seeks out the pain that keeps us all in deep sleep.
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