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And the prominent
question man
is not in who
loves us,
but
in who returns
the love
when we offer
it first.
Meaning of words.
You said then
that
my love murders
you in a beautiful
way
and that you don't
think of an
existence without
it
so in that i
thought you
would go extinct
upon our failure.
But as time grows
all i have seen is a you
blooming.
Was it a lie ?
and my love
was totally a nothing
to you ?
please
pleaseĀ tell
me
and tell
the one
murdering you
now
not to highly think
of things for
all of it is
just a jumble of
words.