Love

Steve said my hair looked like the color of love.

That I sleep with my mouth open

and smoke too much weed.

I am filled with love.

I am overflowing.

I am surrounded.

I am love.

I am love.

I am love.

I am love.

I am love.

I am love.

I’ll never forget it again.

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