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If you were to ask me what love was I am not sure I could tell you, exactly. I could define moments exactly; if I played with words to make the perfect metaphor and then sit back and grin contently or erase everything with the delete key. I could tell you the color of our eyes, or how the stars lined up perfectly on that single night we fell in love. But I can’t tell you about the inevitable tragedy that would ensue even before you knew it existed. At least that is how the story goes. If you ...

Take a walk with me Let's look at the sunset and the pink meloncholy clouds We could listen to the dust as it floats over our feet And see the blue sage in the last day of heat While the grouse hide under the paper shade We could create a silence of hollow refrain You look towards the mountains And your jaw bone draws a map To the subtle lips and timid nose That used to love me But which now are lost into that great portrait You carved out of evaporated light And tears so delicate they broke ...

love is a blind dose of medication that the head nurse pries down our unsuspecting throats. she wears those crisp white powdered gloves to protect herself from the disease that we carry in and roll ourselves to ruin her perfectly folded white sheets. love is what the nurse calls "forcible insertion" and euphemisms that make us feel slightly less cold than the moment before. "no. this won't hurt" and "look the other way." while she rams the needle through our paper life and beats the fire out ...