Love...
Love...
Love is like an Earthquake
Like a newborn babies cry
Love is like the past
Like angels that can’t fly
The people who carry
The pain of your death
The emptiness they felt
When you took your last Breath
White and Black
Circle and Square
The song of life
As it Erupts and Blares
Your Twists and Turns
Side to Side
A calling out
A place to hide
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