i couldn't love without a heart
owned by romantisism
no chance of fate;
could determine my inevitability
sporadically placed between,
the lines and creases,
seperated by vowels
and written in verses
dropped by two different oceans
time and time again
wheels forced by motions
minds always the same
a love grown by hope
always forced into situations
machines by nature
weak by nuture
owned by romantisism
no chance of fate;
could determine my inevitability
sporadically placed between,
the lines and creases,
seperated by vowels
and written in verses
dropped by two different oceans
time and time again
wheels forced by motions
minds always the same
a love grown by hope
always forced into situations
machines by nature
weak by nuture
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d_no:
Thanks Bris, I'm OK really, just a bit sad.
smiler:
yet again thy fill my mind with the beauty of prose