When love is not madness, it is not love. |
~Pedro Calderon de la Barca |
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No, I do not live.
Between two immovable borders, I am dying of a sickness called life and the only way to make the transition bearable is to pour fire into my senses. Love, lust, passion, the explosive nostrum that intimates to heal while actually growing out of me at my fingertips.
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