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RE: Hearts of Fire (original poetry)
A light to my rathersomber morning. And, Just in time,when I roll around questioning, typing, asking to myself what is love?
A light to my rathersomber morning. And, Just in time,when I roll around questioning, typing, asking to myself what is love?
I'll take this as " what's love?" and I regret to put this on speaker.
I think everything is love.