we were a ripple in a big ocean
spreading against a tumultuous wave
as if we could ever stand a chance;
we fought to stay alive
but how are we to ever know
if that ripple was fated to death
perhaps the effect is something
that we just do not know yet
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love stains
Poesia[ because i'll never be done loving you you have stained me through and through ] my poem collection about love after all, love never fails
