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Love dies for the other.
Without the other love has no home.
Do you love me?
Do you hear me???
Partitioned as we are, let us work on it together?
Or..
Let's all go home.
What did we learn...
Divided
About love.
Love has a home
it's not voided
Or just mine to hold
Tractors crawling across my brain...
Tilling the hearts soil.
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