FUCK!

love is a place

there's spring in the air
they're sweeping the streets
wind is a breeze
the sun becomes her he agrees

what's holding up her face?
nothing but blue skies
passage ways to windows
that don't close

where do you live?
love is a place
where are you from?
she says, ask yourself ask anyone
what's holding up her face
nothing but blue skies
passage ways the mind's eye
contemplates



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