I am reposting this in non-paragraph format...due to popular demand haha, or rather the unpopular-ness of how it was presented last time.
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Pots and Pans desecrate the sounds of love,
and the way they glow takes my breath away.

And, the clank clank
when spoons bang against empty plates,
makes a good woman cry.

Shallow tongues lap at the luxuries around them,
and like dogs they flee to a smaller place.

To hide is to die, and to die is to hide away
from the ever-growing light
shining into your eyes.
To see the end is the light.

Should the wives and the mothers change the tune
coming from their heads,
then the sounds of love will continue to diminish,
and the clank clank will cease,
and the tongues that speak the words will be cut.

The music and the show must play on, even if there is no end in sight.

amazing

Ha! I know just the one you are referring too.

Bravo! Nicely done!

Thank you, I think it was you who told me to break it up haha

Maybe...

I liked it paragraphed. I just love this format more.

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wow thats deep nice work