Our tears from screams,
ourfear for joy,
subtleties of laughter.
Forbidden by all things of truth,
to enjoy the lies thereafter.
We embrace and chills escape,
freezing all that's captured
This why it seems we live,
to wait for love by rapture
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this is why it seems we live to wait for love by rapture so true good write