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From: "L.O.V.E. Love"
Poem
These things come to mind. One. Waking at five
in the evening and hearing twigs outside
rubbing together and a few birds. Two.
Children playing hide and seek in a stack
of darkness, as one cries, wanting to be
caught, and the other runs away. Three. A
line of water, slipping through a pane of
condensation, losing grip. Four. A shoe
on its side. Five. A sea of carpet and a
slipper drowning in its ruffled comfort.
Six. Hangers rattling in a half-empty
wardrobe and my coat slung over a chair.
These things I give you as the things I live
among. Sure as night-time, and sure as the
breathing of the heater next door, how else
can I explain to you exactly how
I love you.
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