Category: recount
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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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Sweat Beads
Count the beads of sweat They drip from your chin to your collar It is left soaked Like love spilling over into a wet sea The salty taste is bitter but cool to the touch You swim in unnerving fantasies Driven by an anxiety you can’t explain It is a bath in cold water produced…
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Uncharted Streets
Uncharted Streets don’t you feel better? our love is renewed you got me and i got you no more feeling blue after all the things we’ve been through… you awaken my senses like fresh blueberry muffins in the morning i kiss you to life when the mundane seems boring we play in the parks of…
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