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stillhuman Jul 2021
How do we clash
so harsh
and yet sparse
but it lasts
anger blush
as we laugh
I guess love has its price
He was the greeny earth,
To my dreamy sky,
That seemed never uniting,
Till the time dies,
But we built our paradise,
In the horizon,
With so much patience and love that,
Even if a storm breaks out,
Even if we were ripped apart,
We'd find our way back in a heartbeat,
To the warmth of our little paradise

— The End —