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Mirage

 

What is the point of love?

When its unrequited

What is the purpose of love?

When it's uninvited

 

What is the point of love?

When its misplaced

What's the purpose of love?

When its erased

 

We wander on...

Longing to quench this thirst for love

But all that's there to find...

Is a mirage in the desert

◄ Come what may

More than this (more of a monologue than a poem) ►

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