Love Anew

March 25, 2011
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Love burns
like a hated heaven.

I have found:
What seems to be
a tender treasure stumbled upon
in twilight,
soon turns into a bitter-sweetness
full of greed.

I have painted my soul
with disaster—
for you; for us.

And for what?
For this building detestation;
an irremovableloathing.

Our seemingly glass love
quickly s h a tt e r s.

am left
to find anew.

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