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We are always just one word apart,
but we can never get any closer
to each other, than our hearts.
The visionless depths
Of angstful arrogance
Serving false narratives
And depolarising our axons
A mechanically minded mechanism of ****** disrespect lacking a multifaceted depth of meaning and subtle awareness of the infinite complexity of living organisms.
Love is a poem that always hurts,
But mostly when you need it.
Your love is like a poem,
Cause it hurts whenever,
You try to speak to me.
Lost in space, we slowly trace
The tragic frames of our restlessness.
Love is a spiral, I can’t bear to face
Without you lying here next to me.
Whenever money is the root of all reverie,
Then love is the sound of the afternoon’s deceit.
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