Love comes in small batches
of torn, crumpled papers stained with perseverance and midnight breakdowns
Love comes in heavy bundles
of endless calls for survival in a cutthroat jungle dressed as fondly romance
Love comes in crowded rooms
through some piercing looks and warm breaths
dictating the atmosphere (or utmost fear)
Love comes in a cup of coffee
that stirs the tranquility of a holiday morning
until the last drop drips off from your second cup
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