As I do homework, clean my room, hang out with people, etc, I usually listen to music. One line has been playing over and over in my head from a Sister Hazel song was, "this kind of love." So I wrote a poem.
This kind of love
to nothing is bound
Some kind of free. A song.
you've been found
buried under snow all winter, a lost red glove.
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