Tuesday, June 10, 2014

Love, Love, Love

It burns like an upset stomach.  Its irritation "sizzles" in the center of my chest all the way into my gut.  I've lived so long in a mental demand that I love, that I feel a certain way, that I have a certain thing, etc.  Its a pressure cooker.  Super-heated emotionsl slowly condense and boil into their original sense.


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