— love is life, life isn't love.
it gets a little hard and scarce,
and a bit of choking too,
when spring blossoms,
bloom a pain in you,
instead of blooming,
joy for you.
love is the thing most distant,
for a person who is more indulging,
in search of meaning to life.
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swevens of vernorexia
شِعرi shall bloom flowers of love in your heart, so you may bleed petals for blood when i leave.
