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love is glue sex is the magnet when romance is forged life is tragic if passion's fruit and history loops I'll crawl the ground till desire mutes

+= ‘look at him go’;    she said to her cell(ƒ); this deviation. a silent gesture; F  A    L      L ×→1 { in }; and in that short stint of ?time where the words hung in the sky like satellites so            far, so            quiet. an entire future,    our::~dream() { } was deconstructed    before eyes like glass, infinite in var %iable decisions led us all to rest,        reflect and        react. for(this; ; )    I = I = I = will never depend on you again;