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28. The color of vole
Love is the blindest element in existence
With its peaks and troughs
We find ourselves hooked on its essence
Breathing deeply to absorb its comfort.
The way it moves and lingers within our midst,
Surely leaving a dent in our cognitive adaptability
It‟s so worthwhile yet it represents a true form of risk.
Risk coated in sunny days and blue skies,
With the best prospects of bright stars in the night.
Who am I to have judged it so soon?
To have played it thinking I would never be brought to my
knees.
It most definitely caused my death,
This intoxicating spell of livelihood and human existence.
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