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Nothing to Declare

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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