Love

It’s twisted like a knot

Somewhat frayed at its ends

It’s like a ball sometimes

Hit straight at your stomach

With much force

And sometimes it’s like poison

Spreading to each and every cell of your body

Stinging it like thousand needles struck at the same time

And you say love is gentle

Maybe we talk of different things

Or maybe we come from different horizons

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