Poetry
Poetry is slavery,
Not physically but mentally,
How far will we all go,
To make sure we know,
Everything?
Even though it may sting,
Our hearts may dream,
So it may seem,
That it is love,
Your heart is the power above,
Neither you nor I can say,
That we'll meet another day,
So lets enjoy this hour,
Our love is our power.
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