Yes, I make it clear here, for it is much mystified. Love
has no fixed meaning, even dictionaries love
to take you in circles and deliver at the end, cipher.
They, those charts, were filled with love
that sometimes felt staged, love
that smelled of overexposure, love
that they “profaned” (Shelley, anyone?)
by singing for public consumption.
Love was strewn all over the charts, so much love.
that it made me think that the world is filled with love.
Well, the last time I checked, that was not true about love.
How's the stock nowadays, of love?
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