Nothing to Declare
- Katie Nicholas
- Apr 22, 2019
- 1 min read
Love.
Sometimes I don’t think it’s destined for here.
Love is beyond life, above it and after,
In and around, in our sadness, and laughter.
Sometimes we scrape the surface;
We taste the forbidden fruit.
Then we chase it, lace it, like narcotic abuse.
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