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“Love takes off masks that we fear we cannot live without and know we cannot live within.” James Baldwin.
What if, for example,
fish swam backwards or the
moon tangoed with Jupiter
and I eclipsed your notions of love,
would you love me then?
©Paul Vincent Cannon
Paul, pvcann.com
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I love to write about everything. Writing relaxes me.
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Lovely.
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Lovely
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Thank you.
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Let me think it over for a while.
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🙂
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Ahh! That kind of love…
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Lol, yes, that kind 🙂
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love is love, whatever the form or notion of what you think it should be
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Indeed, thank you Lisa.
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You are very welcome ❤
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I like this very much! It expresses something intangible about love–I’m not quite sure what–which is why the thought needed to be a poem.
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Yes, hard to fully articulate, just teasing the edges, and therefore the mind. Thank you so much Liz.
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Yes, I like the notion of poetry’s “teasing the edges.”
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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Thank you Charles 🙂
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Fantastic!
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