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Love

What a curse is thee
Holding at my throat
Unsustainable
Clenched to make me die.. again
to words of the Sweet and Summer and Sun..
With my heart open, surely it has begun.
Dripping passion, Dripping red
Will never be enough to feed the voices in my head.
Feeding, each time.. Seeking deeper, Stabbing more
riptides breaking.. Hail.. storms and.. He.
More more and Forevermore.. Enough to drown her in for good..
 Golden hearts way.

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