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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