Peeling paint
Red door
Circles intertwined
On the city floor
I've been gone, so long,
Your sweet laughter, now forgotten;
Your favorite song
From your Mother's son;
I am the same;
Same love,
Same blood,
Same name,
Yes, I'm equivalent,
Defiantly indifferent;
Let's hold your smile,
Feel the fire, in our hearts
Inhale sweet scented laughter,
Cupping hands to catch every drop;
Of Love - Love is real
T. Plotz
Love Is Real
5 DEC 2016
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