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“If you are done loving and making love And the weight of love sits on your chest like deadweight, Makes you feel claustrophobic—then you must call it quits, Don’t leave words suspended in the air. The lone sock still lying under her bed, And your crinkled, unwashed T-shirt tucked at the bottom of her drawer, Make sure it is lost and never found.”

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The Love Soup

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