love is a word,
that we always mis
spell, that we
always miss,
spell, that we always
look for
and when we find
what we think
is love
so pure,
so true
and so enduring
to an irony
we surrender
love is too much
to hold
love is too much
to keep
love is more
than what
we can afford
to a certain
point love
overflows
like a dam
that drowns
us
to a certain
extent
love conquers
us
everything
changes us
from nothing
to something
beyond us
love is nothing
but a word
that we
cannot ever hold
that we
misspell always
and we like
eating such word
love, in this
indigestion, this
sporadic outbursts
of gas inside
our guts and intestines
burp
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