What Is Love? - Poem by Unintelligible Susurration
An object of interest
It ruptures the heart
A being who
Slits their own flesh
In the midsts of midnight?
What is this love you so fondly speak of?
Love is untouchable
Love is in the mind
Love is not a person nor thing
The beating of one's heart so rapidly
You dare to risk everything
Even take your own life
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