but where there
is passion, i have
seen, oh wandering
soul, i have felt
even the haunting
death turn into a
loving life. then
what purpose
would death have
if all hearts were
sewn by a
protective coat
of a burning
fire; of a passion?
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Poetry"every person has a mind and every mind has a little poison to offer." ©️ adropofhumanity 2021