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Oct 2011
try to find the needle in the hay stack,
try to fall in love.

it does not shine like they say it does.
it does not look so different.

you can't find it,
if you are looking.

only when you stop searching
do you realize,

the needle found you.

stuck itself where your blood tries its hardest to get out,
quickened your pulse with its residence.

implanted itself,
without your knowledge.

that is love,
a sly creature,
whose habitat
is you.

its jaws that grip your convictions.

watch closely,
how it weaves itself into your logic,
changes the color of your sky.

heighten your senses,
become an animal once more,
love is yours for the being.
ⓒ wordswithmypulse
HR Beresford
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HR Beresford
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