WHEN LOVE IS COMPROMISED...BEATEN UP...SMOTHERED IN THE BATH TUB...ALL THAT THE LOVE HAD CREATED BEGINS TO FADE AS WELL...IT MELTS INTO NOTHINGNESS...DUST IN THE WIND...WHATEVER .
AND THIS IS WHERE DECEIT MANIFESTS ITSELF...LYING THROUGH OUR TEETH...CONVINCING OURSELVES THAT THE EMPIRE OF GLORY AND BEAUTY...IS STILL THERE...ERECT AS A PENIS...AND HARD AS A WALRUS TUSK .
IT IS NOT...YOU FUCKED IT UP...WITHOUT LOVE...ALL WITHERS AND DIES...THE BEST WE CAN DO IS EMBRACE IT IN ALL HUMILITY...AND CRY OUT TO THE WIND FOR ANOTHER GENTLE BREEZE OF A REALITY THAT CAN MEND AND HEAL...THAT CAN ALLOW LOVE TO START ALL OVER AGAIN .
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