Love is the give and take of the sea against the shore of every drop and every grain .

You're the one with a fist
Around my heartstrings
And I don't see the benefit
In projecting your crimes

I hear you around the corner
And I want you to show
Yourself so we can
Be good again

There's no such thing as freedom
When you're being chased, love

There once was a man who wrote poetry
Which alas was not read that widely.
Until, that is, he passed away
And became the talk of the day;
Lauded, albeit posthumously!

We fill the air with useless words
Filling the empty space,
Minds and hearts yearning to fill the void themselves

if the sun
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   l
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d
     e
    d

what would you do
with your last week?