Love
Love is but an everlasting pain.
Furrowed deep inside your soul.
Clawing at your insides,
desperate to get out.
But already fermented
in the cracks of your heart.
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Love is but an everlasting pain.
Furrowed deep inside your soul.
Clawing at your insides,
desperate to get out.
But already fermented
in the cracks of your heart.