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If YouForget Me
I want you to know one thing. You know how this is: if I look at the crystal moon, at the red branch of the slow autumn at my window, if I touch near the fire the impalpable ash or the wrinkled body of the log, everything carries me to you, as if everything that exists, aromas, light, metals, were little boats that sail toward those isles of yours that wait for me. Well, now,...
Its not lying, its flirting
We’re just fragile machines programmed with a false sense of our own...
This is the only time you’re allowed to lie
Seduction is a dark art. Its secrets come with a price and we are all paying it
Love is a velvet prison– Strauss