THIS love is a atheist,
this love is a foreign
language,
this love is a phantom
itch,
even the suitcases are
laughing.
THIS love needs new tires,
this love is out of gas,
this love is full of mourners,
and there pointing at the
flowers, , then the grave, then
the clouds.
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