Loveis what is great and drenched down,
Onto our souls, onto our highest cliffs.
This is not an epigram.
This is not a love poem.
This is a poem written to all.
Dedicated to the All.
Prescribed as a remedy to the few.
Announced to the some who walked with broken strings.
The Some who tore away the desire of the Few,
The Some who tore their hearts away.
This is not a metaphor.
This is not a love poem.
This is a poem for the worthless,
This is a poem for the unwanted.
And to them I sing:
You expel the light of the sun,
Through the strands of your hair.
This is a Truth.
This is a broken poem of truth.
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