Without fear,without a drop of hesitation
The love that's meant,rages on
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Without a profound need, to gather the opinions of others
It's war against frivolities wages on
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Far beyond the ephemeral scents of lust
It's essence steeped in soul ,never ages on
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Like the symphony,of a cresting sea
It mounts for a breath of connection, it forages on
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Upon a featureless road,over a wind scarred sky
It never erects the hedges of despair,that decays on









