TWO

By: Ryan Miller

Love
Is a broken
feeling
a feeling so down
and scared by the flow
of time
beaten by an unknowing, insecure
pull of force
nameless
love
It's complete in its bindings
total in its truth
but lacking in
dimension
Love
love is the hand in eternal,
empty void.
Love
is the light in constant night.
Love.

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