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Love grows weaker When we ignore our pain. It grows colder When we feel no shame. Coldness which numbs Needed extremities -- Parts of the soul needed To sustain other souls. Love may be a dying breed. It isn't what some people Think they need. But pure love is the Life in the seed -- So don't let the Seed of Life Become a dying breed.
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Jan 7, 2025
Jan 7, 2025 at 9:29 AM UTC
A Dying Breed
Love grows weaker When we ignore our pain. It grows colder When we feel no shame. Coldness which numbs Needed extremities -- Parts of the soul needed To sustain other souls. Love may be a dying breed. It isn't what some people Think they need. But pure love is the Life in the seed -- So don't let the Seed of Life Become a dying breed.
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Jan 7, 2025
Jan 7, 2025 at 9:29 AM UTC
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