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Nov 2012
the ultra-sound of love
must go something like this:
first a slow turn; a white line on
the black canvas and then-
a dim heartbeat as if
it would take the biggest of
all microphones to hear it and then-
a kick to your stomach,
because let's face it:
love hurts bad.
and let's face it:
it's the hurt that reminds you it's alive.
Rosie Ninesling
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Rosie Ninesling  America
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