What Love
Love cannot recognize itself
Until it is worn and torn and broken and mangled
Until it does not resemble itself anymore
Until it is no longer itself at all.
Love cannot recognize itself
Until it is worn and torn and broken and mangled
Until it does not resemble itself anymore
Until it is no longer itself at all.
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