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How many ways could I write about love ?

How many letters could I draw

with my tongue

between HER legs,

ending each and every

with a kiss ?

Communication

depends on reciprocation

so while

broken hearts

cut each other in passing,

How many ways could we heal

together ?

Between life and death is our canvass.

Before love or hate there is desire.

After life no one knows what happens.

……

So again,

Are we writing about love?

I’ve met some who find it hard

to talk about it.

Also met many who have a possessive nature about it.

How many times has someone

Said it to you and ya’ reaction

was “I doubt it.” ?

……

Don’t let minds who don’t

understand the context

prevent the content.

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