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Jun 2016
Love fights.
It breathes, it crawls, it hurts, it flees, it stands, it falls, it swings, it misses, it falls again.
It stands to swing again.
It does not walk,
or take its time.
It knows no time.
It hurts, it bleeds, it needs, it sees.
Love runs.
Dedicated to Muhammad Ali
Gregory K Nelson
Written by
Gregory K Nelson  39/M/Connecticut
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