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And love lives like the red blood in our bodies, but we are more than physical entities. Whereas the body may fall prey, love is eternal. Love is our lifes.

it is easy to see you down there in
the chasm
I have climbed half way down but
I can't reach you still

​​​This poem leaves the reader in no doubt of the anguish suffered here. The lines and rhythm weave a frustration deeply felt. The poem moves on and so does the rhythm, which gives a feel of "frantic".
Awesome work!

and above the small sky is
cerulean blue
and I'm dying love, dying inside
to reach you
but we're stuck in this chasm
no forward or back 
see the crows strut the rim they
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