I think
Love
is made out of
things foreign
to the mind.
Where it collides
with fantasies and
happiness,
creating a phenomenal
event to our insides,
as we all call it
butterflies.
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PoetryPoetry of which describes humanity's thoughts and feelings. Maybe not everything, or maybe not at all. Maybe we, humans, aren't created to be numb, and we exist to experience, therefore we feel. Enjoy yourself with a drink, as you read through these...
