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What's another love poem?
What are words to the ineffable?
It's not something to be defined;
but felt, experienced, given
This poem won't change anyone's mind
about love or anything of the sort
What the heck. Here you go.
Here's another love poem.
Wrapped
I don't have anyone in particular
to be my special Valentine
but I do have many lovers
and many people whom I love
Most of them are not with me
They live parallel lives to mine
With intersecting moments
when we're together
Individual strands of yarn and
stitches in a hand knit blanket
cocoon my body while
I am unconsciously dreaming
Former People
Ancient Egyptians believed
the heart was the center of being,
not the brain
They also worshiped cats and
built the pyramids
Pretty intelligent people, I'd say
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