To be loved, you must love…
But those who have so little, the ones who need it the most…
are the least likely to give it…
because anybody who has so little is afraid to lose what he just barely has got…
it seeps out of me, evaporates
this living water
without purpose
I am dying, drop by drop
(Did you ever know what love was?
Or is, like everything you have ever wrought,
a fairy tale? A madman’s dream?)
disordered thought processes
hidden in the seeming chaos is beautiful, elegant order—at least, I hope that's true.
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