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Jan 30, 2025, 5:59 PM

Poetry » Love, Phylosophy

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We are all affected

like it or not.

So stay connected

you poor lost what.

For I have fallen

of the ashes risen,

my moon is love

do not call her prison.

She moarns the wicked

and loves them a lot.

Believe in your weakness

the fallen have reasons.

And is thy love,

a spring or a pool?

Love them my dear,

as I was a fool.

Teach them king Lear

thy love death not fear

Remember the WHAT

Should your WHY dissappear.

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