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Aug 2018
"listen you *******, you ***** heads"

theres only one cure for me
and its something i will never have
love
and it kills me because i know i wont have it.
love


not brother love
or mother love
or papa love
or friend love,

but love
love
the type i can worship

we belong to each other

is it love?
or is it obsession?


i need
the warm embrace of a movie night
the warm embrace of a shared blanket on the couch
the warm embrace of a shared dinner
                    a shared moment of eye contact

love.
Frank Blachn
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Frank Blachn  15/M
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