Three Faces of Love
				
		Love grows
		like a noxious weed, tempering
		its toxic tendrils
		in acid rain water
				
		Love bellies under the kitchen door
		like a hyena
		when you least expect it
		but without the laugh

		The tears of love
		salty as old sweat
		dry slowly on the skin
		before evaporating.

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