my love is figurative,
like a fugative playing lunatic fringe in my kitchen.
my love is literal,
like i literally just shit my self jumping on the trampoline.
my love is infinite, definite,
though redefined through many acts of spite.
my love is invisibe,
though radiant through the right set of eyes.
my love is fiction,
like the world we live in and the fucks we share it with.
my love is real,
like the blood beign shed by suicidal maniacs on the streets everyday.
my love is anything and everything,
that makes me grow to who i am and who i am too become.
Willie Crooked Smile
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