by Chris Taylor

Another soul lost.
A time sacrificed to fit the budget.
Another soul to hold.
A moment felt in the heat of passion,
A fire burns deep within.
It is love.
The first snowfall of the bitter winter season.
The sharp piercing knife.
That yearns for another heart,
To trample on.
And yet with this mind,
We do it every day.

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