Love died

May 30, 2020

Love died, lonely in the gutter, next to a man in the cold

Feeling blizzard, hail on the skin

Love was screaming hard from within

Smiling for everyone to see

Love was hoping fro a glimpse from you or me

Cold in the night moist in the sky

Love died without a look from you and I

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