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| Illustration: Henn Kim |
How difficult is love,
But how necessary...
Necessary the chest
That contracts itself and choke us
Or inflates itself and elevate us.
Necessary the stomach
That can be packed of black holes
Or butterfly's wings...
How difficult is love
That feels in the belly
That comes from the viscera,
From the guts,
From that organic impulse
That every single human
Is desperate to bury
How difficult is love
That feels in the belly
That comes from the viscera,
From the guts,
From that organic impulse
That every single human
Is desperate to bury
How difficult is love
That makes us so little,
That takes away our shields
And smashes our walls...
That hides in every pore
And appears without warning...
How difficult is love
That makes us face huge demons
Or takes us to meet the angels...
How difficult is love
That makes us cry
Sometimes a puddle,
Sometimes a river.
