LOVE.
Makes you believe in neophilia.
Holds you spellbound about sunsets and rains.
Makes you fall for destiny.
Turns you into someone you have to pretend to be.
You start turning guns into roses.
I plead you to stop.
I demand you to look through.
It is just nature's way of tricking people into reproducing.
CONDOLENCES.
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