in fact, there is no ready
use and wear path for love
it is always wild grasses,
untamed shrubs, wild bushes
along the way, and i am ready
always ready
for the unknown
the consequences, the pain
of loving
and the possible bliss
the ecstasies
simple enough, no guts no love
forget the glory
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