Category: infinity
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The Core of Men
Love doesn’t count if it’s counted It can’t be measured It is and has always been infinite A heart calls for it Like a baby crying for it’s mother after leaving the womb We give up on love to easily And forget it’s power too soon It’s not tangible like money Or gems It comes…
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Precarious Love
Precarious Love What is it? This delectable love thing… It is teeth clenched (on an ear pull)? Or is it the air pushed off a bat’s wing? We don’t know what it is But it awakens every sensation in the body It goes on dates It lives to party. But oddly… It fails to deliberate…
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