Love wishes it was the eye of all fortunes
The void of wounds and the chill of rooms
Love never privatised my discretion
Window panes of gloom are worth discrepancy of fools
Love doesn't stand a chance when you want love
Two timers have souls of gold
Are you a whore?
Yes!!Love is inspiring,when the winds don't blow
And when i flow,the world seems to repeat
Love stands every chance when you want peace on paper!!
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