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Sep 2017
Every image of you buried
in different parts of my skin
Every line you gave, I carried
in different places of Berlin

Each time they mention love,
it breaks the little things inside
Even if still a mourning dove
I know in time, wounds heal from above

Love is such a sad word,
Sadder than sad, there are tears
Misunderstood and unheard
Everything about love is all that they fear

They say love hurts the most
But I do not blame the heart
They say love hurts the most
But I think humans had done their part

Wounds will heal
The next will soon arrive
The future will also be real
Regardless of the past, the hope doesn't subside
Niklaus
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Niklaus  M/underworld
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