I have mad love for the written word.....
The river- was, but died away,
leaving behind sand and stone,
a dry river bed.
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The darkness engulfs,
Let it take over,
Nothing worht trying for,
No more freedom left in here.
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To open up, is to be set free,
They say to love is to live.
You can love two or you can love three,
... Love yourself and you can love me.
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