Would that I had not to leave once again, but to stay in your Arms forever, as you were also in mine. No greater Joy would I have known, nor finer Pleasure could I have caught. You were, are, and continue to be the Fabric of my innermost Dreams. Alas---and these are the deepest of Cuts, the most torturous of Realities---'all good Things...' and '
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