unprecedented Wave

 Love is not in the air, 

It is out of the air

It requires Oxygen

Intubation would make it still

To find out who is out there for real

It has been so suffocated lately 

It has been so dry and itchy

In the alure road of driven imagination

It all about the life and aspiration

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