Love, awful love

I see the strange hate that his heat in this sick and rejected world

The word is the world, the world is the word if we love and love

The love is the love of the world if the world is the word of love

I can see that this street is sunny and full of friends’ smiling faces

I see the faces of the friends who smile at me as they walk down the street

I see my woman, I know that she is fine

She looks at me, she likes me, maybe she loves me

And the world is good

T.F.B.

T.F.B.

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