As Yet Untitled
That word we use to fill voids
in our emotional lexicon,
that short, sweet sounding syllable,
well-intentioned and lofty
- and sold, at dear price of course -
that is not love.
It's not enough word
to encompass the whole,
but it will have to do.
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