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Sit down.

There is no light there. only cold, old decay.

mottled buildings in winter drab.

the sun is cruel, disdainful. it will not say
it likes you,
needs you,
loves you.

Sit.
Down.

Toil for nothing, work for nothing, want?

For nothing.

Reduced to existence for a pittance and a facsimile of

life.

but not here, no. There is love here.

This is a love, unlike any other love

this is a love with
teeth

that bites through your skin and
sinks
itself
in
(like red ink on a white shirt)

This is a love that doesn't take no for an answer
that breaks down the door
(you didn't know it was there)
opens itself to envelop you-

sit down,

you are safe here.

This is a love that will pull your hair and then stroke it softly
a sweater or slap, depending on the mood.

This is a love that will not waver,

Will follow and lead you.

This is a love that is yours,
This
is
a
love

That is

Ours.