Love Is a Sickness of the Sweet Kind
Love is a sickness of the sweet kind
that undoes ratiocination,
that makes a kiss from a thing of flesh
into a thing of omnipotence,
that kills and gives breath concurrently,
that tinkers with the fine numbers of the heart
and makes it quick to fall...
but the world is shaky anyways.
So, if we must fall,
what beats in love?
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