Death, love,
Is there a difference?
No there isn’t,
That’s my inference,
Both end in pain,
And with blame,
He says,
She says,
He says,
They said,
Till their word turn hollow,
And they become hard to follow,
Is love worth it?
Just to get hurt in the end,
Have they forgotten?
For every beginning,
There must be an ending,
Don’t they see it?
But I guess they don’t,
Their eyes become closed,
Deep in love’s repose,
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