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Apoca-Lip-Locked

Your love is the end Because you make my world stop Only we exist You become my world But then I lose my old one It fades from my thoughts Concepts, worries, friends Unforgiving and barren A nuclear winter Winter can’t touch me I have the warmth of your heart Keeping me alive You become my all In our own little bunker Watching the world burn

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Caren Krutsinger

Date: 10/16/2018 12:38:00 PM

I can visualize the two of you cocooned away, not realizing that anyone else exists at this moment. And you are correct, when the intense love happens, sometimes the world can burn, and we are so snug and safe in the bunker, we barely notice.

Anna Nomaly
Date: 11/17/2018 12:46:00 PM

Ironic, only because I have none, nor have ever had a love to call my own. One can dream though, and if one can dream one can write.

Maureen Mcgreavy

Date: 10/16/2018 11:48:00 AM

Fabulous poem :)

Anna Nomaly
Date: 11/17/2018 12:46:00 PM

Thank you Maureen <3