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Weights - A Poem

The weight of the this love,
Hangs over my ego,
Waiting to my pride crush,
Hanging by thin threads of time grown old.
And soon my ego will lay flat,
Under this humongous love,
And these dark clouds,
That blur the vision of my heart,
Will be blown south,
And my heart will chase after you,
Till forever.

©TheUltimate

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