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Posted to Poetry

yeah, i'll tell that man
that you can't fake love
and yeah, i'll tell him
that he can't sell us out
together with that heart-shaped shit
cause we'll never give in
to no one.
but in the meantime, baybe
i'll love you tonight
like i loved you yesterday
and like i'll love you tomorrow
cause in the end every tonight
is just the suspended monent
between the memories
and the hopes of so many other tonights
and in the end
who are we to measure time by love
or love by time?