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LOVE...my poet spoke!
Deep in my throat I choked
From dear if never feeling
The state that kept me yielding

Holding on to you
Through midnight days turned blue
Fickle matter states
Dirty
Fuckin dirty ach8

Promised me that love
Would make me, better?
Bitter!
Bothered by the time it takes
To heal my LOVEless mind

When moments I insist
To stay upon my list
Of things to do per day in haste
The taste of you I can't erase

My thoughts of LOVE and loving you
Were never loving me
Am I the one who can not love?
Or shall I love our history?

We gain control of all of us
When love can not create...