she said she is infinity
when we wear chore cloth,
she said she is real
the den can't be romantic.
To the toad we can't afford,
can't have the world to be unpea,
blows of water can tell her tears
are fake,
will be right back to self.
love of lust listen and laugh,
when the heart of time are no more,
weird in, warm with wishes of nothing,
she makes me stronger.
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