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What's life without love, what's a breath without air. Is it true that even the smallest person can love, like the nightingale loves his song, like here mother here child. Or is there no love in this world nough trueth, like the lies of a thief like the hate of the devil. Then let me breath the black air and let me hate what I once loved. Or, if there will be light let me live in peace, like the dance of love like the song of the nightingale.
I hate what I love and I love what i breath but the doors of my soul have closed and the light is gone like a broken arrow like a sinking ship.
I die

© Morgaine of Eastwood

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