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Love Is Sharp And Can Burn The Heart
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The Rushing Stream of Desires
Don't let your soul rush sharply to love,
for love is sharp and love can burn the heart.
A knife cuts deep, the blood will flow.
Explosions can erupt the stain of mortar fire.
Deeply the passion exists.
Deeply the desire festers.
It burns the soul
who wants to roll,
to motivate, to gravitate,
to increase solitude.
Every disease begins in the blood.
Every vein is filled with disease.
I hate you, I hate me.
I love you, I love me.
Some of us are confused and others
are dripping...
dripping passions of tunes
heard in late afternoon dampness.
Perfection is a knife that cuts.
Dissension is a life that wastes.
I hate you, I hate me.
I love you, I love me.
Mouth speaks, words confuse.
A penis is waiting to be pleased.
Love Is Sharp And Can Burn The Heart
All I can say is, I enjoyed reading your poem......nice work....heather