is love.
it's an 8 minute jam session.
it's a myspace mood change.
it's two hundred poems huddled up
together in a small quiet
room.
it's faking it.
it's in the form of a pill.
it's hiding inside the attic
waiting.
it's born into
the souls of pretty delicate
blonde girls.
it's finding God.
it's not finding God at all.
it's needed like water.
it's been lost.
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