Free Hugs

I'm borrowing love
And I'll give it back when I damn well feel like it.

Love is playful.

It reminds me of wet grass
And the act of pooping.

They're waiting for their love back.
The ones I took it from.

They don't realize they still have it.
It's not really something to posses.

It's everyhwere.
It's free, actually,
You don't have to go somewhere to purchase it.

You can love anything
And then that love regenerates
Like the raying of light
Through the hole
Through the mist
In my ear
Of my heart
Speak to me 
Speak to me 
Speak to me
Lightly
Softly
Brown, brown eyes.

Find me in the fuzz 
Of free hugs 
And lovely shoulder shrugs
Release, releasing
Goodness
My Goodness
Goodnight.

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