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A piece of paper with colourful words about love

“I thought that love is being known” 



Love is spiritual

It crosses all boundaries

Overcomes the physical

Demands of life

Dreaming of love

In a barren wasteland

Is what keeps me going

A unifying bold force

Intent on saving souls

Not destroying

Love is a conscious arbitrator

There is a line, which cannot be crossed


What is right or wrong …

-Jean Winter

Five people standing smiling at the camera. The person in the centre has a post it note over her face that says love as the bigger picture.

A revolutionary type of love. What would that look like?

Love is about friendship

Love is my community 

Love is culture 

Love is love

Love is aboriginality

Love is my drug

Love is nation 

Love is blind

Love is tomorrow

Love is ToGetHer

Love is my world 

Love is boundaries

-Joshua Campton

Handwritten note that says It's made me wonder if love is real.

Particles Floating

Particles floating
Around my head;
A veil of dust
Was that my soul?
Was that my voice?
Escaping my body
To a place where
I would be loved?
Respected? Valued?
Where my desires
Would be considered?

Not for me,
Your motions.
Not for me,
Your sounds,
Not for me.

From the ceiling
I watched.
You unwrapped me,
Your eyes measuring
My worth.

-Pony Horseman

A handwritten poem. Your lips are so tender, my mind is telling me that I can see you soon. I'm dreaming about you. Your touch soft as velvet. My heart melts like treacle. You are the sweetest indulgence. I have been watching you, patiently. Like a snake in the grass. Trying not to twist and coilt at, your gorgeousness. Taste the sweet apple of my desire. I love you, you transport me. Like a plane, a train, we're going places.
– Group love poem – Gross, way 2 gross