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829955l 2els20 At2 Slampoetry
829955l 2els20 At2 Slampoetry
829955l 2els20 At2 Slampoetry
Love is slow, like being bathed in the orange light of the sunrise. You don’t know what the light
of day brings, but the luminescence covers you, sinking into every pore.
Love is the way my body fits into his hands like a puzzle piece.
Love is an age-old rhyme, woven into the tapestry of the human soul.
I find myself sick with woe and anguish, forsaken by the man I love,
Heartbreak is building a home in my womb, only for it to become empty and quiet.
But it was.
Love is never looking back, even if you stumble, and weep, and fall into the gravel and the mud
and the misery.
Passionate and despairing and crestfallen and wrathful, but never broken, never vanquished,
never truly silenced,
For the love of a woman burns bright, putting every star in the sky to shame,