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The love is painful but also good

my self it calls itself as such
making way alone, untouched
just fleeting joy when she creates
predictable, a single's fate

then my other comes, falters on fissures
languidly warms, fulfills heart's wishes

yet seeping comfort into space
where always open, felt nothing save
now pricks with pain at such expanse
for place to love must be enhanced

 

loveselfselfish

◄ Tangled

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