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Lying About Love

She couldn’t put words

To what love is to her.

She said,

‘It’s like they say, you know it when you feel it.’

And I thought,

‘Can anyone put words to love?’

And then I remembered that I am a writer,

And describing the indescribable

Is supposed to be my job.


Sometimes I am unsure

If I know what love really is…

And how can I describe

What I don’t know?


I once again

Remembered I am supposed to be a writer,

And I can just imagine


Lie about it.


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