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Love (Or Something)

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It starts with the flutter
of butterfly wings
trapped
behind a cage of ribs,

and in a flash, I'm
lusting
longing
loving
How did I
live before him?
Now I'm
softly
slowly
sinking
into love
or something.

Can't
sleep
eat
breathe
when I find his love
comes and goes
like a thunderstorm in summer.
Torn
twisted
tangled
in this love
or something.

I love you.
Je t'aime.
Te amo.
Whatever.





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