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From the depths of the heart The mouth speaks Says the Holy Book From the tunnel of the Impulzez Thy fingers scribbles Says Me Spurn the wheel and the thread knits As the niddle picks and the fingers oversees Hard ground kills all seeds Hard ground; the sower's serial killer Hard Heart; the lover's impulse killer A touch, a word, a thought, a scent A hug, a smile, a Hi, a cry, a tear I may scribble a billion words Which may not tender your sores I may love a billion times It still may not tender your woes Its all in your heart What you call it Is What it becomes I call it Love
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Oct 20, 2013
Oct 20, 2013 at 10:56 AM UTC
"I call it Love"
From the depths of the heart The mouth speaks Says the Holy Book From the tunnel of the Impulzez Thy fingers scribbles Says Me Spurn the wheel and the thread knits As the niddle picks and the fingers oversees Hard ground kills all seeds Hard ground; the sower's serial killer Hard Heart; the lover's impulse killer A touch, a word, a thought, a scent A hug, a smile, a Hi, a cry, a tear I may scribble a billion words Which may not tender your sores I may love a billion times It still may not tender your woes Its all in your heart What you call it Is What it becomes I call it Love
You can't keep writting love stories and not end up a Lover...
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Nigerian
Oct 20, 2013
Oct 20, 2013 at 10:56 AM UTC
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