love
It is strong.
it is weak.
when i think of it i get no sleep.
like a sword in the hands of a boy.
there is love.
there is joy.
it can help and it can harm.
with the swing of an arm.
a deathly edge to walk.
one misstep and non-shall talk.
my love is no longer with me
now just let me be
i shall die an eternity
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