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The Strangeness Of Love

Nov 14, 2022
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By Vanya Kaul


I say that falling in love

is so bizarre

But if I mean it

then, I would be the definition of a hypocrite

because I fall in love every day

with my chocolate-colored coffee

with my furry little heaven

with my mother, who smells like sunshine.




There are moments when I feel,

this love is not enough

and I need to experience something real

But love is subjective,

some fall in love with significants,

some fall in love with the precious elements of life,

others, fall in love with the absolute pleasure of both.


By Vanya Kaul




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