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Pain of Love
when the heart cracks the whole body trembles in disguise When a heart breaks only tears glue broken pieces it is a spear pierced in the middle of a life I now know the kicks of love that has no defence the tricks and pain of love I now know the rain of love I here wear this dehydrated face sweat is simply a sign of separation Love is a path heading to no directions you know it was wrong and long when you kiss it's burning base when you realise you are dead but living And when a heart leaks It is the entire human souls with sores that scratches does deepen it And when a man cry It is more than a funeral in hell His heart becomes a cell it becomes an ax, an exception to human affection My heart is now a river I surf on A lake I have drowned in an ocean that washes my dirty self A mirror that break my bones into dust and no lust lasting in me anymore Am I a prodigal son The only masculine devil that feels the heat of the sun that get carried by the warm wind blowing from the south Am I a chameleon whose journey to happiness costs a million sad steps ? By John Kazadi
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