<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=387486" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Defining Love</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">love looks like...<br>the bruise on the face<br>of the man, <br>who stood between you, <br>and the oppressor.<br>love smells like...<br>the blood and shit<br>on the boots, <br>of the man shovelling <br>in the ditch, <br>pulling still breathing bodies<br>from the smoking ruins....<br>love tastes like...<br>the hungry lips, <br>that just gave you<br>their last morsel of food.<br>love acts like...<br>God, before you named 'him' God, <br>before you bound her in concepts, <br>drawn by your fears!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Eric+Cockrell">Eric Cockrell</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=387486" data-title="Defining Love de Eric Cockrell" data-description="love looks like... the bruise on the face of the man, who stood between you, and the oppressor. love smells like... the blood and shit on the boots, of the man shovelling in the ditch, pulling still breathing bodies from the smoking ruins......."></div> </div> </div>

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