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Love is about..

It is about the idea
it is about the jelly fishes,
spawns so beautifully
but stings when close.

Love is about the distance,
get closer, diminishes.

It is about the smile, cracked unseen.
It is about souls never intersecting and swimming.

Love is kind, surreal.
And silent.

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