I know no suffering.
I care very little,
And I've forgotten many names.
I cannot imagine love,
For which moutains claim to move,
I have not witnessed death,
No cruel sentance I have served.
I live in this bubble
That twinkles with no discretion
It protects me from the rubble,
That came pelting in all directions.
So you are in the lead,
You've felt, you've hurt, you bleed
Stop, just wait ahead.
While I live it out and learn?
There's nothing more extraordinary
Than having your affections earned.
Sent from my iPod, Lola Smokah
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