Confines

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If one should die on a full stomach

One can die on an empty heart

With a soul tear apart

Or maybe… One could die in love… A difficult situation to match

I get dizzy between words and lines

I only know a few… The boring ones… The phrases that are lost

But we all ache for their meaning at all cost

We will walk and endure until the end reaches its confines

Held me with a broken core

With our hands clasped tightly

Shattered spirits can be mended evenly

And find a way to appreciate and adore…

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