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By B.K. Date: 2018 May 09 Comment on this Work [[2018.05.09.11.35.19879]] |
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Love at times Is such a raw sore Pus running ugly Killing hope Poisoning dreams Yet the brave wait While healing scabs over Heartaches subside To do it all again Till serendipity sticks To our belly button Like a brand new Diamond studded dimple In a Bollywood dance routine Leaving us weak smiling And breathless We are getting a little old For all this shit Nevertheless It is worth every heartbeat bk the ninth of may twenty eighteen Weigh carefully your hopes as well as your fears, and whenever all the elements are in doubt, decide in your own favor; believe what you prefer. And if fear wins a majority of the votes, incline in the other direction anyhow. Seneca |