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In the depths of life,
in the zenith of death.
That's where you'll find love.
In the beams of the knife,
in the truce of your wrath.
There lies how you'll fight for love.
'Cause among the corpses,
there's a beating heart.
'Cause through the fog,
you'll open your eyes to see life's art.
'Cause to jump from above
and to make sacrifices is to love.
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Finite Infinitives
Poetry𝙁𝙞𝙣𝙞𝙩𝙚 𝙄𝙣𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙨 ╰ a c o m p i l a t i o n o f p o e m s ╰ c o m p l e t e d "I haven't done everything I want, but in the realm of reams, I already did some."
