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written by: Violet Pollux



If loving
is such a spontaneous thing,
which flows from us
because it rises by itself,
which flips out of our gardens
because we can’t help it,
which breaks us in half
and makes slip out
the most sparkling
of our constellations
If love
isn’t other than love,
so unruly,
so inevitable,
so uncontainable,

why do we focus
in the spectrum of typecasting tags
which make nothing
but limit the illimitable,
and we let a way of naming something indefinable
with the firework’s explosion
we feel
under the skin?

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