Take mine. Take Love.
Take Take Take Take Take Take

Just like the lake
that can’t, won’t, flow out and
give back to an unending ocean.

The rain weeps in sorrow
and fills the dead sea.

The dying existence of such
As Take Take Take
Never ends with give

Pity the river we once were.
Flowing, loving, and unknowing.

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