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i feel love
it is breathing slowly, in ryhtmic systematic patterns
it is sleeping
but it is here
and on the day that it wakes from its slumber
i shall greet it barefoot and empty
filled with hunger and wisdom
hallucinating fires
in the palms of my hands
i shall greet it
with my belly pointed towards the sky
and my eyes blinded by the sunlight
love will find
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