Love Me.

Seems we’re bred to believe,
love is all we need.
They lied to me.
Pillaging the lovelorn,
stretched at the seams.
What love means to me.
This is a lonely space,
but it doesn’t have to be.
Fiction, poems and pleasantries.
Love is all we need.

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