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Loosely spoken.. upon the lips of those who
Claim it
Loosely grasped by the reciever
By the retriever
I watched the demons steal my soul only to throw it in an atrium full of others
I watched the person who couldn’t
Leave my surroundings…
Mother Aphrodite…. Venus shouldn’t be in chaos
Do something to cease the hate.
I miss the love
The feel of love
Hands filled with flowers as I walk beside the collector
Now when I reach I feel a sense of neglection
Words become looser… To thoughts that couldve connected them 
Loosely attached….. To this,
utopia is broken
My words have went unspoken
Untouched and now I wish for it to be mended