she doesn't quench
your thirst.
you suspect that
love
will have to do
that. you need
more than a gallon
of affection,
more than
a pound
of flesh. it has
to be more
than that.
something that
can't be weighed
or measured,
or counted.
Sunday, August 17, 2014
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