in the persuit of love

[salha005]

"She was not happy, she never had been. Why was her life so unsatisfactory, why did everything she leaned on instantly rot and give way? ...But suppose there existed somewhere some one strong and beautiful, a man of valor, passionate yet refined, the heart of a poet in the form of an angel, a bronze stringed lyre, playing elegaic epithalamia to the

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[lickthevoid]

it is that
hunger
it is that
thirst .

[jollyholiday]

thanks for this :)