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"Love" by Anonymous
your eyes are tender and strict, but they have sadness
probably many loved you, you never loved
We birth with loud screams.
Our first worlds were daddy, mommy.
Our moms feed us with breast, with spoons, with forks.
These legs are big legs
They need pants to cover in
They don’t just fit in to
Any size of jeans
Blessed is the tree, which is barely sensitive,
and the hard stone because it no longer feels,
for there is no pain greater than the pain of being alive
I feel you here in flesh. With melancholy eyes like the night.
From a mouth yelling “kiss me” and a heart that ignites with madness in my presence.