November 11, 2024

 

Every prose I write sounds like a lovers plea because I feel so deeply. Even a family becomes a neglected partner, a friend, a nefarios better half and an acquaintance, a passing passion. Therefore, I fear I will crumble so greatly if I ever do love like a blind cupid. So much so that the collapse echoes across the kingdom.

Yours even as I fear to be
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