pages of love
Buried beneath the rocks
Empty hearts ready to be quenched
Looked every where but never found it
No place to rest
Its all about my sister and brother
Only their satisfaction matters
Then am homeless
Their gate pass is me
I hate it but am trapped
Crushed and yet inflicting pain
It takes a microsecond to think of me
Decide if you want me
Then convince yourself that you want
Am as beautiful as crystal water
But i can be as painful as a bite from a python
Am as little as four lettered word
But as necessary as your breath
Well a slow and easy breath that is
My pages multiply with your will
But they can diminish so easily
I am the trapped one beneath the rocks
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