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Rated: E · Poetry · Supernatural · #1862138

Love-in it's purest form-has no fault. I wrote this feeble poem to express it.

Love everlasting
Held in the capable soul
Does not fall to dust

This body of earth
(So far from being perfect)
Is brought to its mould

What is lost is found
Theory and barrier fall
Because of Eros

Begone my ignorance--

darkness consumes you.
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