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It is a plague, Love We are born with it To accept, Love We long for your presence Love. We are chained to you Love I know Love
It is a virus that seeps into our hearts
We are groomed for it
To embrace the cold, enchanting hands that it wields.
To be
Love.
To embody
Love
We crave it
We endure the sacraments and go on.
We fall
And go on
I know
I know
You are a cruel, absent mother
You leave us when we most need you
Forever we remain haunted by your presence
For who are we to question your Entity
God sent you as a reminder
That we cannot exist
Without the devotion of another.
By you
We are infected
With your forging words and alluring sentiments.
You are a lover
A fighter
A friend and foe.
I can not know
How you come into my heart
Amuse my mind and use my body to express the Actions I keep hidden for so many nights.
It’s your right
It’s your power
I know
And for so many reasons,
Love,
You are not right.
Trying so hard to maintain our speeches Procrastination These thoughts infested Bickering; Sicking That is all we truly want Those random times to other cities. Conversations.
Several social leeches
That we cast onto the lines
Humiliation
Hard at times; Stubborn
How do we continue with the elaborations
Speakings that we cherish so much
For lust
For power
For intelligence
Just Love
Appreciation
That sensation; To belong
Pity-pities where no-man wants to go.
Senses sensations is all that this is for.

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