love is like fainting spells and spilled perfume and a white rabbit in summer is easy prey i mean vulnerable and not willing and afraid of its death and pain and anything that hurts is just a part of nature is like a hungry mouth with sharp teeth or biting your cheekand tasting the blood or the poision ivy when you were five, remember the burning? or how it itched all the way down to the bone? or how you could do nothing but wait or cry?

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