Wind of Love
The lamp is empty; the oil is used up. The tambourine is dead, dancer lies down. The fire is out and no smoke rises from it. The soul is absorbed into the unique, and there is no longer a duality.
-Kabir
Sarah Jaffe -Luv
This l-u-v
Is a b-i-g
L-o-a-d
A p-i-l-e
Of b-u-l-l
S-h-i-t
You ask me to stay
I’ll r-u-n away
You’ll l-i-e
And h-u-r-t
This is not m-e
It’s a fake i.d.
You may not have the perfect love in your life, but you can take what you have and create it.
So she loves me?
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