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I've been thinking about what love is... And I've not a clue. A home, safe from the tides that bash against shores? Where one may rest a heavy head, without a need for alertness? Or is it a challenge, one fought with an eager grin? A back and forth where blades are forged sharper than before? What of a mix? The two intertwined? What or why? Oh, what and why? When a tug beckons the heart What does it mean? I've not a clue.
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Oct 6, 2023
Oct 6, 2023 at 4:16 AM UTC
What of love?
I've been thinking about what love is... And I've not a clue. A home, safe from the tides that bash against shores? Where one may rest a heavy head, without a need for alertness? Or is it a challenge, one fought with an eager grin? A back and forth where blades are forged sharper than before? What of a mix? The two intertwined? What or why? Oh, what and why? When a tug beckons the heart What does it mean? I've not a clue.
Old timey phrasings feel more poetic and dramatic in my head, like an elegant performance set forth upon a stage, where chandeliers light a performance un-needing of further brightness.
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27/M/South Africa
Oct 6, 2023
Oct 6, 2023 at 4:16 AM UTC
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