true love
how do we really know
the ambitions the needs
the mirrors on the wall
what to point our tongue at
i see the ears
the eyes the ass
almost never care
what the other sees in me
guess it is my splendidness
having seen the northern light
the allegiances fastened
the ropes of connections
make it hard
to separate one from another
intertwined is the road of love
a mix of all
we don't control
and when the calls are loud
to find roads to roar about
the only way known forward
is cutting all the ropes
parting connections nerves
the pain blinds
tears fall like rain
making any compass treacherous
and so we start again
true love
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