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Love
For some its a quaint evening with a date
Well, some are ever looking for spirituallity
Others simply disagree,
Fighting back the silence amidst the tender blindness
We evoke togetherness out of silence
No one ponders the future always in the past
A glance at a nail with holding the pants
In reason we fought back the inner reasoning
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Perhaps this was the path where Nero tred?
In lazy diamonds searching frantic inside the head.
We ponder a lake yet it devides its inner fate
In tempers we knew exposed to its vested tool,
Many today are filled up with hate!
Looking still deeper then ever before,
On its Pilgrims Progress hence the open door;
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We live lonely lives yet not the preacher!
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