Heathcliff

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Your love is (not) like the
eternal cliffs beneath.
It is as changeable as seasons.
Growing in spring,
Into a scorched summer,
Withering autumn
Dying in winter.
It moves mountains
Only to crush underneath.
And crosses waters
To empty ribcages.
It is as strong as storms
And tidal waves
Leaving behind
A pile of debris.

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