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love, noun

love, noun:


actually the opposite

of what you thought —


not the rush of blood

to your head, to your heart.


not a verb, or at least

not a human one,


but the resilient, inexplicable

holding-on.


not the resolution,

not the sex,


but the terrible, shuddering

not-letting-go


before, and after, and the rest

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