I'd like to think of love
as something rarely found on earth
Of course,
if it's genuine,
it's rare
And you have to search
in the deepest and darkest places
to find it
But of course
If you're lucky,
It could be
right in front of you
All around you
Invisible
and intoxicating
to the people who inhale
Hopefully
you aren't immune
BẠN ĐANG ĐỌC
Immutably Numb
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