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Love #2

I love how you gave me this book & thought it was so

beautiful,

I love how you seek beauty everywhere,

it made me cry

 

the resonance,

my senses attuned to each one of yours,

flowing into acquiescence.

 

Flowers pressed against your dark head of hair,

exuberant out in the street,

my fingers tangled up in it.

 

I love the way I don\'t want to love you,

yawning chasms of past darkness,

but I still do.