Love is pain at its finest hour. Where it cuts and burns and thaws us to an awakening. It frightens me. It hurts. The love of lust. Love of pain. Love of being so small, so folded inward we disappear.
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Love is pain at its finest hour. Where it cuts and burns and thaws us to an awakening. It frightens me. It hurts. The love of lust. Love of pain. Love of being so small, so folded inward we disappear.