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Dr. Love (or How I Learned to Stop Wallowing and Write Poetry)
By: Rodolfo Perez
Love is (sometimes) patient,
Love is (sometimes) kind,
And sometimes, love is a needle in the eye,
Or a kick to the groin.
It is a cliff-hanger,
With your mother waiting to catch you,
When you let go.
It is losing your voice,
From crying into your pillow.
It is real...
Saturday 9th March 2019 7:09 pm
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