What love that once flourished

May 3, 2009
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What love that once flourished
As spring morning buds
Has wilted away into ash
Flying through the air
And into to young lovers breathe
As it enters infecting bodily functions
It kills all passion
No will to kiss, no will to stay
Lovers move on as if they’ve never been touched

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