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  • I found this sculpture in a park in Prague, and it changed my life.
    I realized that, beneath all the trivial indicators of love, I have much bigger plans.
    One day, I want someone to cling to me this hard,
    this wholly,
    with no conceivable thought other than not letting me go under any circumstances, for any reason, and by any means.

    I want someone to crawl over broken glass to get to me,
    to approach me winded and exhausted,
    sweaty, broken, slightly crazed,
    and pull me so close that our hipbones mash together
    like pieces of a jigsaw puzzle that don't quite fit.

    I want the visceral kind of love.
    I don't want it the whole way through, but believe me, I do want it.
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