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Love is a routine
Defined like aesthetic to appeal
With pig-pony-tailed braids and knots tied
Sailing on the seas of eloquent language alphabetried omegalomania
All while truly knowing we are shallow
As the depth of one alone
Acceptance being home for the chaos of freedom
The only home without limitations
No walls. no roof. no ground
It simply does not exist
Moreso, cannot be mentioned without burning like a matchstick