a poem joe just wrote me.

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if love labors, let me toil
if love hurts, let me bleed
if love consumes, let me be naught, 
till naught is left of nothing of me,
but till then, let me be but one thing--
close to you--
and that,
love,
would be more than enough

what a dork. i <3 this boy.
 

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[eponny]

you shouldn't have posted that, now i shall tease you mercilessly about it.