Global warming and love are synonymous. It punctures holes in you the way that the sun rays puncture holes in the ozone layer. People don't want to hear the truth of the destruction, so topics of global warming stay silent.
Shhhh, baby... It's only a euphemism. Don't be so loud, people don't want to hear us. They don't want to be stained by the toxic yet fruitful wayes of young teenage attempts of romance.
And so love is cyclical in nature- like a glacier puncturing wounds in desolate, dependent hearts, and sun rays that kiss my cheeks and bring me from the dark.
(A written attempt that compares love to global warming in a way that people don't want to hear about your love life or passionate attempts in the same way people are reluctant to believe in global warming)
// shirls rey //
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