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Aug 2016
Without love
We are but shells
Ornate and empty
Grandiose chambers
Imitating life

Without love
Life is empty
Perfunctory
Routine
Enslavement

Without love
I would not be here
Holding my scarred heart
Feeling this pain
Rejoicing that I am
Truly Alive!
Written by
Singhji  UK
(UK)   
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