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  Jun 2016 m i a
complexify
Love is indeed
A disease.

Sometimes contagious
Sometimes it's not.

There's some symptoms
Your lungs will burn

And you feel like
There's less oxygen
In this world.

And you'll feel volts of
Sparkling electricity
Going through your veins.

Be careful
This disease is incurable.
Survivors can heal
But never normal again
It stays in your heart
Until you die.
Your soul is beautiful and warm and radiant.
Thank you for being my sun.
  Jun 2016 m i a
Austin B
Do you ever dread the day?
The day you write your masterpiece.
Your heart wrenched, blood spilled, gasping for air masterpiece.
The poem you were never meant to write.
The poem of your nightmares.
  May 2016 m i a
Austin B
Some people say I"ll love you until the day I die,
I say I'll love you long after I reach the sky.
I'll love you even after the whole world crumbles,
When dark is the day and the still night trembles.
I'll love you even when there is no hope,
You are my strongest will to cope.
When the world's oceans begin to capsize,
When the birds are not singing their soft lullabies.
And when there is no space, no time, just nothing
I'll still love you, and you know I'm not bluffing.
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