We are all in someways, dreamers.
None of us can deny that
we have been waiting for a love to keep us warm,
to wrap its fineness around our crude selves.
For what would we all be without it?
Pathetic creatures that we are
needing globus hopes to keep us afloat
the choking waters of reality.
We'd all be consumed by our vanities,
we'd all be always half-way there
if,
not for love itself.
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