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Love Stuff Again
On a spun globe overcrowded
With humans whose minds were clouded,
I stopped searching, and found one person,
Who opened my eyes up to her sun.
Maybe it was just a favor,
But overwhelmed by her flavor,
I tasted more than this world's pure fun.

They all needed fuel over love, so love was my fuel.
The purpose of living was just to be cool.
I would keep my cool, save her from the fiends,
Even if it meant burning all of their gasoline.
The only good left for me to protect,
Despite leaving blood ruptures on her neck.
I can't let her plummet into the machine.

The end never comes, so what happens next?
Miles away and busy, I'll just send a text.
With happiness planned, we both have to work.
The scattered free time is always a perk.
She doesn't really need me, but I'll never ask.
Ignoring love behind her desired mask,
Never knowing ignorance drives me berserk,
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