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Maybe love is found in the in-between,
Between the violent hold to keep it
And the willingness to let go.
Or will this sweet orange
Rot under a tree,
Long before we even reach spring?
Between the violent hold to keep it
And the willingness to let go.
Or will this sweet orange
Rot under a tree,
Long before we even reach spring?
I write really long poems. So here is something more bite sized from my last write. If you like it maybe check out the whole poem. :)
