Today a drunk man stopped me, he wanted attention. He began to speak of the love he felt for a woman. And talked and talked, talked.
-Know when you love someone for real?
He spoke as if I did not know. And I just heard, I would not say anything. Incidentally, I do not know why I was listening to him.I would not know how to explain but, I know love. Yes, I know how to love. Just do not know how to be loved.
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