The Death of Love
Love is something I have always
sort of accepted...just went with...
needing no manual, nor preacher
to entice me – I miss those days:
when a heart was free from hyper,
sonic bands, puncturing the eyes of
internal waves – those innate crests
I once surfed with mental impunity....
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