even i can't think
of poetry
when love is
why love is
what love is
where love is
who love is
all but questions
i seem to have answers
when i get cut to the feeling
but when the feeling
cuts no more
the question marks
start growing again
weeds deeply rooted
growing cut after cut
the questions never end
maybe love itself
did not answer the questions
nothing but fleeting silence
when i once had the answers
when it is
why it is
what it is
where it is
who it is
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Unmuffled
Poetrya collection of his thoughts, questions, and manifestations on love and all the in-betweens
