Love is a bright star about to die, a pie on the outside of a window. Love is a blazing in my zigzag. "yeah" Love is a tides rising, a calming ripple of fate and destiny-twirling-intertwining into a smoother course of reality! Love is perspiration in-between two bodies that not even time could penetrate. Love is grass that has never been cut, a trickle down a stream, an eagle scouting its pray. the stroke of a violin in the hands of a master violinist. Love is pain!
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