The heart battles with the mind, the pen and the spine. You’ll never survive making love, making love to the memories of time. I have too much confidence to confide in you. A recollection of all the wreckage, this is a life you won’t live through. I realize what I am and deep down you knew, what I am, you won’t live through.

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