Senseless

It seems like bliss.

Ask anyone - they’ll swear,

You'll know true love.

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Who doesn’t love love?

And honestly,

you could use some -

after where you’ve been.

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Tiny and fine,

measured by milestones,

and you think you know.

*

You do love -

with touch,

with time,

with everything.

*

You see echoes -

same grin, same silence.

You can't help it.

*

And you remember,

you never knew love at all.

No comparison.

*

Look what you’ve built.

They carry your strength like a weapon,

and aim

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Why do we have them

when they turn out just like us,

and we hate ourselves?

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So let them watch.

Let them see you love yourself.