No, come back.
I didn’t say I don’t love you
But the word
Beating heart
The world when there is no definition
The word when there is no true meaning
The fire they speak of
The passion they pretend
All the nothing on my end
You cannot ask me to believe in something unseen
The same as I do with everything
When there is no evidence of its place
I’ve never seen it
Face to face
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