around
quite loosely.
i love
this color,
this book,
this room,
these pair of shoes.
this dress,
this risen moon.
we say this word with
such
carelessness.
we use it so much
that its meaning
is robbed,
made less
than what it should be.
it should be the rare
gem
taken out
for when it's really meant.
love, a magical word
that means more
when used sparingly.
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