Lack; yet earned my deepest desire.
Love...butter into crevices I knew not existed; yet not blood platelets.
The torture proceeds thee; his memory is and has the capacity to destroy me...
which is romance in the most extreme form.
I would have married him in a cardboard box with pop can rings....
I will always have that!
I'll take that, that's a huge part of whatever honor is mine!
Rare as fuck!
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