I want a love that is not eternal,
that is not a place,
that is not a time.
I want a love that is not obvious,
not be easy,
which is not vile.
I want a love that is not a relic,
that is not a case
that is not an end.
I would love to be a look,
I want a love that is unexplainable,
I love it is a delusion.
I would love to be a perfume.
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