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Jul 2014
Love*  is
kissing her tender lips
like they're made from the gods,
divine, palatable yet frigid and cold
Love  is
ripping her chest apart
only to find a labyrinth that led to home
─but never the place to call your own
Love  is
leaving a note on her coffee table
saying *I
  love  you
but
I  told  you  so
Love  is
­turning her into a beautiful poetry
without crushing her soul,
without tormenting her ego
Stellar
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     Q, Chiffa, m, Karen Porter, huwriting and 4 others
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