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Love comes in small batches

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 empty halls
that keep the years and filled with unfillable spots
donning its own light
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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