a living thing

"a living thing"

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my love is a living thing

not an object

to be gained

then put on a shelf, admired, and fondled once in a great while.

my spirit transcendant.

my body, eventual dust.

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my love is a living thing

and it needs sunshine

and water

and attention

it needs air...it breathes...it moves,,,it grows and

will wilt when put to the side on a shelf

like an object.

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my love is a living thing...

measurable in it's lifespan

with a birth and and inevitable death

there is no container to

hold it

capture it

keep it

preserve it.

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no.

my love is a living thing.

-EAP, 3.17.14