L-O-V-E

L-O-V-E

Love, everlasting, lasts like the living humans who feel it, but will always be there

On and on, from the unknown, ominous start of a new grand opening, it won't be over

Very vague love is, possibilities obviously endless, I vote to live in my own volcanic sanctuary 

Eventually, all things come to an end, including life itself. Ending never, effortlessly I survive with just that. 

This poem is about: 
Me

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