This love is a needle ,
It pricks my gentle chest,
Like a thorn it tears my tissues away ,
A great sensation of pain caresses my soul,
Sweet yet unbearable,
Like the sky on mercury retrograde.
It burdens my soul yet lifts my spirit,
Somehow I can't seem to escape it,
Like an occurrence of hurricane,
It clouds my judgement,
And blocks my instincts...
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