12 Forms of Humanity

Its the fact that they’re all alone

That they had no lover anymore

That their parents had passed

Then with the betrayal of their friend

Were it for the sorrow read from a book

Or the sight of another spilt blood 

It’s when they saw their true love

That they held ones own child
 
That they laughed until they couldn’t draw breath

Then when they heard, the sound of another

Were it for the care, shed by their love

Or with the gentle embrace, of their mother
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